Lisel Mueller Poems
|1.||Sometimes, When the Light||4/30/2015|
|2.||Reasons for Numbers||6/22/2015|
|3.||The End of Science Fiction||6/23/2015|
|4.||Paul Delvaux: The Village of the Mermaids||9/30/2015|
|8.||For A Thirteenth Birthday||1/13/2003|
|9.||A Day Like Any Other||1/13/2003|
|10.||Five For Country Music||1/13/2003|
|13.||Reading The Brothers Grimm To Jenny||1/13/2003|
|14.||Monet Refuses The Operation||1/13/2003|
|16.||Why We Tell Stories||1/13/2003|
|20.||What The Dog Perhaps Hears||1/13/2003|
|21.||The Laughter Of Women||1/13/2003|
The Laughter Of Women
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness
It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out
The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again
Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women
It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two ...
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