How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
Lisel Mueller
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Thursday Poem - In Passing
How swiftly the strained honeyof afternoon light
flows into darkness
and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
Lisel Mueller
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This is a breathtaking verse! That first line trembles with beauty....thank you. I can count on your blog to give me daily grace and nourishment.
Thank you for introducing me to Lisel Mueller...
Beautiful sunset and beautiful poem.
especially love "...strained honey of afternoon light..."
beautiful image, beautiful words.
I had the privilege of hearing Lisel Mueller read some years ago... She was a treasure. Her
"Monet Refuses the Operation" is one of my very favorites.
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