Christine Rhein: Poem for Lisel Mueller
I’ve turned toward dream again, endless steps,
sky without voice, as though the music of birds,
or my mother singing, never happened.
April 6, 2026 · 19 Comments
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I’ve turned toward dream again, endless steps,
sky without voice, as though the music of birds,
or my mother singing, never happened.