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8487(Panhala) Hope by Lisel Mueller

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  • coronaborealis444
    Aug 4, 2014
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      It hovers in dark corners
      before the lights are turned on,
      it shakes sleep from its eyes
      and drops from mushroom gills,
      it explodes in the starry heads
      of dandelions turned sages,
      it sticks to the wings of green angels
      that sail from the tops of maples.
      It sprouts in each occluded eye
      of the many-eyed potato,
      it lives in each earthworm segment
      surviving cruelty,
      it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog,
      it is the mouth that inflates the lungs
      of the child that has just been born.
      It is the singular gift
      we cannot destroy in ourselves,
      the argument that refutes death,
      the genius that invents the future,
      all we know of God.
      It is the serum which makes us swear
      not to betray one another;
      it is in this poem, trying to speak.
      ~ Lisel Mueller ~
      (Alive Together: New and Selected Poems)
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