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Snow

by Lisel Mueller

(my mother used to ask me if I, tucked away in San Francisco, ever missed a New England winter. Yes, sometimes, Mother, even out of season).

Telephone poles relax their spines, sidewalks go under. The nightly groans of aging porches are put to sleep. Mercy sponges the lips of stairs.
While we talk in the old concepts- time that was, and things that are- snow has leveled the stumps of the past and the earth has a new language.
It's like the scene in which the girl moves toward the hero who has not yet said, "Come here."
Come here, then. Every ditch has been exalted. We are covered with stars. Feel how light they are, our lives.

You Never Know The World Aright

by Thomas Traherne (1636-1674)


You never know the world aright till the Sea floweth in your Veins,
till you are Clothed with the Heavens, and Crowned with the Stars;
And perceive yourself to be the Sole Heir of the Whole World;
And more then so, because Men are in it who are every
one Sole Heirs, as well as you.
Till you are intimately Acquainted with that Shady
Nothing out of which this World was made;
Till your spirit filleth the whole World and the Stars are your Jewels
Till you love Men so as to Desire their Happiness
with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own.

from Centuries of Meditation