This is a poem by Lisel Mueller that touches my heart:
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 empty convent guarded by hemlocks
And giant firs 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.
Monday, April 9, 2012
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