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DanielC87173381: Revisiting Lisel Mueller's 'O Brave New World' this predawn because it is beautiful and precisely because it is 'relevant' to nothing in my cluttered head or delinquent lust.
Bashargi: “What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious,”~ Lisel Mueller
aliner: Good morning from Lisel Mueller's "Imaginary Paintings"...
mosestamakloe: Memory is the only
afterlife I can understand.
—LISEL MUELLER, 1996
cjsarett: Lisel Mueller, “Bach Transcribing Vivaldi” — “the other imagined twilight, the setting in blood/and a valley of fallen leaves where a stranger might rest.”
museical: Ordinary life: the plenty and thick of it. Knots tying threads to everywhere. The past pushed away, the future left unimagined for the sake of the glorious, difficult, passionate present.
Years and years of this.
— Lisel Mueller
GabrielleBates: “Curriculum Vitae” by Lisel Mueller is such a wild ride
ilya_poet: “and placed my grief
in the mouth of language
the only thing that would grieve with me”
—Lisel Mueller
minorroarr: Lisel Mueller, from 'When I am Asked'
schpsych8: “Not Only the Eskimos” by Lisel Mueller - The American Scholar
TheAmScho: “Not Only the Eskimos” is emblematic of Lisel Mueller’s thoughtful, attentive approach to the world around her—in this case, the majesty of fresh-fallen snow.
armenotti: Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "Happy and Unhappy Families II"
aliner: I think of her silent, wholly brought
under siege by his voice, staring
her fever down to the marble squares,
hearing and trying not to hear
how sweetly Lancelot plagued the queen.
- Lisel Mueller
PoetNotRockStar: “[I] placed my grief / in the mouth of language, / the only thing that would grieve with me.”
— Lisel Mueller
PoetNotRockStar: “loneliness is the anchor
you’ve always carried with you"
— Lisel Mueller
TheAmScho: For this week’s Read Me a Poem, Amanda Holmes recites “Not Only the Eskimos” by the German-American poet Lisel Mueller, who came to the United States after fleeing the Nazi regime.
TheAmScho: “unbelievable snows:
the blizzard that strikes on the tenth of April,
the false snow before Indian summer,
the Big Snow on Mozart's birthday,
when Chicago became the Elysian fields
and strangers spoke to each other”
TheAmScho: For this week’s Read Me a Poem, Amanda Holmes recites “Not Only the Eskimos” by the German-American poet Lisel Mueller, who came to the United States after fleeing the Nazi regime.
WritingWOMEN: “Not Only the Eskimos” by Lisel Mueller
terratologist: Poem: ‘Things’ by Lisel Mueller
mmfrye24: As I dusted bookshelves today I plucked an old English Lit book from its allotted space and found many marked poems. This one by Lisel Mueller stands out today just as it did the first time I read it.
minorroarr: lunch with Lisel Mueller
'and wildness erupting inside her/ like a suppressed language,/ insisting on speaking itself'
minorroarr: Lisel Mueller
'I know that mirrors can start fires-/ and why shouldn't they,/ they see too much of us.'
DrishPill: Today's favorite poem.
By Lisel Mueller.
goodnatureart: Lisel Mueller for this afternoon's 50's and sunny here in Seattle. For snow bells, and all the invisible strings being pulled as the light returns a little more every day everywhere.
DanielC87173381: Privilege
A guy whose therapist
says he demands too little of life
sits alone on a frigid morning
reading Lisel Mueller
coffee at his elbow
cat curled at his feet
and feels like . . .
a fat cat
brainpicker: "In any age, life has to be lived
before we can know what it is."
I was reminded today of these lines by poet Lisel Mueller (who died last month at age 96) in my heavily dog-eared copy of her soul-salving book "Alone Together." More of it here:
ChelsDingman: “We are covered with stars.
Feel how light they are, our lives.”
—Lisel Mueller
princessekateri: “What luxury, to be so happy
that we can grieve
over imaginary lives.”
~ Lisel Mueller
‘Late Hours’
TomSnarsky: bottomless love—
Lisel Mueller
aliner: The self steps out of the circle
- Lisel Mueller
_nibba: "what is it like up there
above the shut-off level
of our simple ears?"
Lisel Mueller - What the dog perhaps hears.
Read_Instead: My colleague got me Sasquatch socks to celebrate my book! Then asked me to sign the book! My first signature!!
Also pictured: a children's graphic article on how to combat climate change and Lisel Mueller's Alive Together.
kiss4emm: In Passing
How swiftly the strained honey
of 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
goodnatureart: Lisel Mueller talking with her things in the Dead Poet's Society. Lisel and Robert Bly are cracking jokes and enjoying your direct transmission of their loving way of seeing just beyond our veil.
All your dead are with you. They learned about love in this life & are free.
Divi_by_Zero: IN PASSING
~ Lisel Mueller
How swiftly the strained
honey of 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
calmerseas: Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "Happy and Unhappy Families II"
JoyceCarolOates: wonderful poet, Lisel Mueller.
JackHeald5: "In the winter we close the windows and read Chekov, nearly weeping for his world.
What luxury, to be so happy that we can grieve over imaginary lives."
From "Late Hours" by Lisel Mueller
1sswnnnnn: romantics by lisel mueller
partham: For the year—now just a container for memories—that is saying adieu to people whose attention has turned sharply east, and a new dawn:
as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious.
—Lisel Mueller (1997 Pulitzer)
aquotebot: “how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise” –Lisel Mueller
elisewouters: ‘so that it can be lost / and become precious’ – Lisel Mueller
IndyStarDanC: PRIVILEGE
A guy whose therapist
says he demands too little of life
sits alone on a frigid morning
reading Lisel Mueller
coffee at his elbow
cat curled at his feet
and feels like . . .
a fat cat
BLCKDGRD: Two Specials songs, one Fun Boy Three, one Colourfield, for RIP Terry Hall
brainpicker: Immortality in passing – poet Lisel Mueller, who lived 96 shimmering years, on what gives meaning to our ephemeral lives
Johannxs: “What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious,”
— Lisel Mueller
JeanLucPoisson: As if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
[Lisel Mueller • In Passing]
aquotebot: “how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise” –Lisel Mueller
aquotebot: “We are covered with stars.
Feel how light they are, our lives.” –Lisel Mueller
PortraitsOfEnni: A Room of One's Own: Ripped Pages
"But this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside,
desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones: I live here." — Lisel Mueller
archimags: "“What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious,” Lisel Mueller wrote in her short, stunning poem about what gives meaning to our mortal lives."
HarshadOak: “What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious,” Lisel Mueller
"To become precious — that is the work of love, the task of love, the great reward of love."
aquotebot: “how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise” –Lisel Mueller
antitoxiiin: what exists, exists
so that it can be lost and become precious
goodnatureart: Lisel Mueller on loneliness that we pass safely through...
EramAgha: “What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious,” Lisel Mueller.
israelopadeyi: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
crossmediapubli: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
WorkMoneyFun: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
FundRaphael: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
AZILINONS: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
icjr: Top story: Immortality in Passing: Poet Lisel Mueller, Who Lived to 96, on What Gives Meaning to Our Ephemeral Lives – The Marginalian
brainpicker: Poet Lisel Mueller, who lived to 96, on what gives meaning to our transient lives
CrankyPappy: IN PASSING
by Lisel Mueller
How swiftly the strained honey
of 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.
OpinionatorIII: Reader Caroline recently sent us a poem by Lisel Mueller, who was born in Hamburg in 1924.
poemtoday: IN PASSING
How swiftly the strained honey
of 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
teamhearttouch: “Love Like Salt” by Lisel Mueller.
How are salt and love related? There are more similarities than you would expect. This holiday season, remember why this is a special time of year and make the most out of the time spent with loved ones.
goodnatureart: Lisel Mueller sees reality clearly. Bring out your dead.
aliner: It stops trying to please
by learning everyone's dialect;
it finds it can live, after all,
in a world of strangers.
- Lisel Mueller
aliner: One of my favorite poems by Lisel Mueller is "The Concert," a tribute to Greek conductor Dimitri Mitropoulos.
Sharing the Prokofiev Piano Concerto No. 3 which Mitropoulous both conducted and played on the piano.
aliner: Summer blows in with scent of horses and roses;
fall with the sound of sound breaking; winter shoves
its empty sleeve down the dark of your throat.
- Lisel Mueller in this poem where the italics feel as fashioned from limestone
aliner: Lisel Mueller's wistful short poem, "In Passing."
aquotebot: “how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise” –Lisel Mueller
thelauraclarke: What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
— Monet Refuses the Operation (Lisel Mueller)
PeterRubenMora1: 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, * Castlewood Canyon On A Blue Day Without End, Castlewood Canyon, Colorado.
*Monet Refuses The Operation, Lisel Mueller.
theabhayk: “What exists, exists so that it can be lost and become precious.”—Lisel Mueller
cschachner: as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious
Lisel Mueller; ©️Saul Leiter
suitable_girl_: “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.”
— Lisel Mueller, ‘Monet Refuses the Operation’
MeaningBot42: Immortality in Passing – poet Lisel Mueller, who lived and loved long before the lab….
ronslate: By the German poet Marie Louise Kaschnitz (1901-1974). In 1980, Princeton Univ Press published a selected later poems trans. by Lisel Mueller. Prophetic, elegiac poems about public/private life bound up in tragedy/terror/desire/survival.
PoetNotRockStar: “Still, love is the impulse from which poetry springs. Even dark poems. Especially dark poems. To know the worst and write in spite of that, that must be love.”
— Lisel Mueller, from The Poet’s Notebook
PeterRubenMora1: Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles and pulls you back into childhood, *
Autumn On First Creek, Denver, Colorado.
*From Lisel Mueller’s poem, Sometimes, When The Light.
brainpickings: "what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious"
Two poems that hold some of the sparest, most poignant words ever written about how to live with loss
brainpicker: "what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious"
Two poems that hold some of the sparest, most poignant words ever written about how to live with loss
goodnatureart: Lisel Mueller for this rainy afternoon in heaven...
PoetNotRockStar: “Still, love is the impulse from which poetry springs. Even dark poems. Especially dark poems. To know the worst and write in spite of that, that must be love.”
— Lisel Mueller, from The Poet’s Notebook
spinachleaf: relevant today and always ('why we tell stories' by lisel mueller)
rabihalameddine: And a bonus poem:
Romantics: Johannes Brahms and Clara Schumann by Lisel Mueller
aquotebot: “how we climb out of our griefs / again and again and rise” –Lisel Mueller
FokkinaM: Imaginary Paintings - writing prompt
PeterRubenMora1: 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, * Tiergarten, Berlin.
*Lisel Mueller, Sometimes, When The Light.
LisaLBellamy: from "How I Would Paint the Big Lie" by Lisel Mueller - ...small/so that it can be swallowed /like something we take for a cold./An elongated capsule,/an elegant cylinder,/sweet and glossy,/that pleases the tongue/and goes down easy,/ never mind/the poison inside.
imehta24: IN PASSING
by Lisel Mueller
How swiftly the strained honey
of 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.
op109: How swiftly the strained honey
of 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
Gainsborough Silk Weaving Co. Ltd
jhagel: Immortality in passing: poet Lisel Mueller,who lived to 96, on what gives meaning to our ephemeral lives
TamMacNeil: 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…
we gave the country a heart, the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
-Lisel Mueller. “Things”
Orwell_Future: how a hand
held overlong or a gaze anchored
in someone’s eyes could unseat a heart,
and nuances of address not known
in our egalitarian language
could make the redolent air
tremble and shimmer with the heat
of possibility.
From:Romantics, by Lisel Mueller.
brainpickings: "...what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious."
Two wonderful poems about what gives meaning to our mortal lives
