{"id":20572,"date":"2012-01-02T12:39:25","date_gmt":"2012-01-02T20:39:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/spiken.wpengine.com\/news\/sometimes-when-the-light-poem-by-lisel-mueller\/"},"modified":"2016-10-23T16:55:40","modified_gmt":"2016-10-23T23:55:40","slug":"sometimes-when-the-light-poem-by-lisel-mueller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kentreporter.com\/life\/sometimes-when-the-light-poem-by-lisel-mueller\/","title":{"rendered":"Sometimes, When the Light | Poem by Lisel Mueller"},"content":{"rendered":"
A wise friend told me that since the Age of Reason we\u2019ve felt we had to explain everything, and that as a result we\u2019ve forgotten the value of mystery. Here\u2019s a poem by Lisel Mueller that celebrates mystery. Mueller is a Pulitzer Prize winning poet from Illinois.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
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Sometimes, When the Light<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/p>\n Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles<\/p>\n<\/p>\n and pulls you back into childhood<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n and you are passing a crumbling mansion<\/p>\n<\/p>\n completely hidden behind old willows<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks<\/p>\n<\/p>\n and giant firs standing hip to hip,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n you know again that behind that wall,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n under the uncut hair of the willows<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n something secret is going on,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n so marvelous and dangerous<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n that if you crawled through and saw,<\/p>\n<\/p>\n you would die, or be happy forever.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/p>\n<\/p>\n