In November
by Lisel Mueller
Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.
This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.
Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.
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2 comments:
What a line. Thanks for this.
I broke the rules once:
http://13stoploss.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mastercard-commercial.html
That's probably the most radical I've ever been and it never felt so good.
Also, I've always wanted one of those signs.
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