Lisel Mueller Poems
|1.||Monet Refuses The Operation||1/13/2003|
|3.||What The Dog Perhaps Hears||1/13/2003|
|4.||The Laughter Of Women||1/13/2003|
|9.||A Day Like Any Other||1/13/2003|
|10.||Reading The Brothers Grimm To Jenny||1/13/2003|
|11.||Why We Tell Stories||1/13/2003|
|14.||Five For Country Music||1/13/2003|
|15.||For A Thirteenth Birthday||1/13/2003|
The moon lies on the river
like a drop of oil.
The children come to the banks to be healed
of their wounds and bruises.
The fathers who gave them their wounds and bruises
come to be healed of their rage.
The mothers grow lovely; their faces soften,
the birds in their throats awake.
They all stand hand in hand