Lisel Mueller

(February 8, 1924)

Bedtime Story - Poem by Lisel Mueller

The moon lies on the river
like a drop of oil.
The children come to the banks to be healed
of their wounds and bruises.
The fathers who gave them their wounds and bruises
come to be healed of their rage.
The mothers grow lovely; their faces soften,
the birds in their throats awake.
They all stand hand in hand
and the trees around them,
forever on the verge
of becoming one of them,
stop shuddering and speak their first word.

But that is not the beginning.
It is the end of the story,
and before we come to the end,
the mothers and fathers and children
must find their way to the river,
separately, with no one to guide them.
That is the long, pitiless part,
and it will scare you.


Comments about Bedtime Story by Lisel Mueller

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/17/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    Wow. An interesting poem. Leaves the reader a little intrigued. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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