#liselmueller

[reecedarlene]

#Things #LiselMueller #GoodPoemsForHardTimes #GarrisonKeillor #TheSoundOfACar https://www.instagram.com/p/B_T0nlHnZU134him4R1ULzvTIUR_g8pP1F--6g0/?igshid=16lbbwwcp867c

[circleofloveweddings]

Monet Refuses The Operation by Lisel Mueller Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see, to learn that the line I called the horizon does not exist and sky and water, so long apart, are the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral is built of parallel shafts of sun, and now you want to restore my youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, the illusion of three-dimensional space, wisteria separate from the bridge it covers. What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don’t know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, becomes water, lilies on water, above and below water, becomes lilac and mauve and yellow and white and cerulean lamps, small fists passing sunlight so quickly to one another that it would take long, streaming hair inside my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! Our weighted shapes, these verticals, burn to mix with air and change our bones, skin, clothes to gases. Doctor, if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end. 🙏🏻 May we See clearly: a universe of objects that know each other a world of people who are connected, in spirit. 🌀 May we refuse to forget the teachings of this time. And may we absorb and become each other’s light, in this apparent darkness. For without darkness, we cannot discern the light. ✨ All will be well, my loves. Namaste ~ Blessed Be https://www.instagram.com/p/B-VnYtJjOQp/?igshid=auw91nqbwx6n

[jovenahum]

No esperes los buenos momentos para ser feliz... sé feliz y los buenos momentos vendrán #liselmueller (en Salón Real Del Campanario)

[mermerings]

Outside the house the wind is howling and the trees are creaking horribly. This is an old story with its old beginning, as I lay me down to sleep. But when I wake up, sunlight has taken over the room. You have already made the coffee and the radio brings us music from a confident age. In the paper bad news is set in distant places. Whatever was bound to happen in my story did not happen. But I know there are rules that cannot be broken. Perhaps a name was changed. A small mistake. Perhaps a woman I do not know is facing the day with the heavy heart that, by all rights, should have been mine.

In November, Lisel Mueller

[dreamcomposting]

Late Hours On summer nights the world moves within earshot on the interstate with its swish and growl, an occasional siren that sends chills through us. Sometimes, on clear, still nights, voices float into our bedroom, lunar and fragmented, as if the sky had let them go long before our birth. In winter we close the windows and read Chekhov, nearly weeping for his world. What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives.

– Lisel Mueller