Poems of Lisel Mueller
|1.||A Day Like Any Other||1/13/2003|
|7.||Five For Country Music||1/13/2003|
|8.||For A Thirteenth Birthday||1/13/2003|
|10.||Monet Refuses The Operation||1/13/2003|
|12.||Reading The Brothers Grimm To Jenny||1/13/2003|
|14.||The Laughter Of Women||1/13/2003|
|16.||What The Dog Perhaps Hears||1/13/2003|
|17.||Why We Tell Stories||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