For A Thirteenth Birthday (Lisel Mueller Poems)
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
You have read War and Peace. Now here is Sister Carrie, not up to Tolstoy; still it will second the ...
What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a ...
Among rocks, I am the loose one, among aarows, I am the heart, among daughters, I am the recluse, among ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
In 1936, a child in Hitler's Germany, what did I know about the war in Spain? Andalusia was a tango ...
In Sleeping Beauty's castle the clock strikes one hundred years and the girl in the tower returns to the world. ...
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
Our trees are aspens, but people mistake them for birches; they think of us as characters in a Russian novel, ...
Such insignificance: a glance at your record on the doctor's desk or a letter not meant for you. How could ...
The laughter of women sets fire to the Halls of Injustice and the false evidence burns to a beautiful white ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
The moon lies on the river like a drop of oil. The children come to the banks to be healed ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses." Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like ...
When the moon was full they came to the water. some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ...
After the kill, there is the feast. And toward the end, when the dancing subsides and the young have sneaked ...
Jenny, your mind commands kingdoms of black and white: you shoulder the crow on your left, the snowbird on your ...
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
1992 1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea. 2) In the year of my birth, ...
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
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