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SOMETIMES, WHEN THE LIGHT
by Lisel Mueller
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood
and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows
or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,
you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows
something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous
that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.
The poems reprinted here appear in Lisel Mueller's Alive Together (Baton
Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 1996). Copyright © 1996
by Lisel Mueller. Used with the author's permission. |
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