I am imprinted with the whole sense of European history, especially German history, going back to World War I, which really destroyed all the old values and culture. My grandparents had been reasonably well-off but they became quite poor, living… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
I am imprinted with the whole sense of European history, especially German history, going back to World War I, which really destroyed all the… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
Poetry, for me, is the answer to, 'How does one stay sane when private lives are being ransacked by public events?' It's something that… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
When I was in college, I did do some writing of poetry, somewhat inspired, I think at that time, by Carl Sandburg, because English… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“By the time I arrive at evening, / they have just settled down to rest; / already invisible, they are turning / into the… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
Everything is autobiography, even if one writes something that is totally objective. The fact that it's a subject that seizes you makes it autobiographical. — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“Late Hours" On summer nights the world moves within earshot on the interstate with its swish and growl, and occasional siren that sends chills… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“I will not return to a universe of objects that do not know each other, as if islands were not the long lost children… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, leaning, turning… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“What happened is, we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
How swiftly the strained honey of afternoon light flows into darkness and the closed bud shrugs off its special mystery in order to break… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
“Whatever was bound to happen in my story did not happen. But I know there are rules that cannot be broken. Perhaps a name… — Lisel Mueller Copy Share
