I have been out inhaling the scent of the pink Daphne flowers this morning, and noticing the change in light. We are waking and rising early because it seems to be morning and everything is so bright.
Here is a poem by Lisel Mueller
THINGS
- Lisel Mueller
What happened is, we grew lonely,
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
in their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.