Mirrors Burn

Posted on July 3, 2010 by juliebyers

Some mornings

in summer I step outside

and the sky opens

and pours itself into me

as if I were a saint

about to die.  But the plot

calls for me to live,

be ordinary, say nothing

to anyone.  Inside the house

the mirrors burn when I pass.

–Lisel Mueller

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  1. helen's avatar helen | July 3, 2010 at 3:17 pm

    so beautiful!

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  2. Mom's avatar Mom | July 4, 2010 at 3:07 am

    Tracie is brilliant! She captured the very essence of Norah…her seriousness AND her playfulness.
    Reminds me of another child…in another era. 🙂 Truly a mirror!

    Mom

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