Wednesday, April 17, 2013

A poem in my pocket


Redondo Beach, this spring


Tomorrow is Poem In Your Pocket Day. This one is asking me to be picked.

Sometimes, When the Light

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.

--Lisel Mueller


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