Monday, January 13, 2003

Things Comments

Rating: 3.5

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
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Lisel Mueller
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M Asim Nehal 17 January 2019

Excellent poem and I quote few lines of it: Even what was beyond us was recast in our image; we gave the country a heart, the storm an eye, the cave a mouth so we could pass into safety.

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Khairul Ahsan 01 January 2019

A wonderful poem that playfully wander about in the thoughts that we may all like to have sometimes, about the 'Things' that this poem is about. 'We fitted our shoes with tongues as smooth as our own and hung tongues inside bells so we could listen to their emotional language' - the best stanza of the poem.

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Rahman Henry 01 January 2019

I've translated this marvelous poem into Bengali for my native readers and have posted it to FaceBook. Readers enjoy this poem so much.

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Sergio 09 February 2020

I am writing an essay about the author and this poem however I am having a hard time finding many resources. By chance, do you know of any other websites or resources to learn more about her and this poem? Thank you. Sergio

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Kevin Patrick 01 January 2019

Clever and intelligent poem, some carefully crafted thoughts, its interesting how humans give objects something that we recognize.

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Lyn Paul 01 January 2019

Amazing to read as is What the dog perhaps hears Both thought provoking indeed with an incredible style. Thank you Miss Mueller.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 January 2019

An exceptional poem by Lisel Mueller.................................

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Rajnish Manga 01 January 2019

This is indeed a very thought provoking and unique poem. Outstanding imagery. Read nothing like it in the past. Thanks for sharing.

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Glen Kappy 01 January 2019

I was introduced to Mueller here at PH and am reminded why she’s now a favorite poet of mine. Her main idea, references, and the poem’s ending make me smile.-GK

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Amir Marandi 01 January 2019

What a magnificent poem. Great imagery depicting our need for connection to familiar things to give us a sense of safety and protection.10+++++.

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Anil Kumar Panda 01 January 2019

A beautiful poem. 'Even what was beyond us was recast in our image; '...is very nice.10+++++

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Nadia Umber Lodhi 01 January 2019

we grew lonely living among the things, so we gave the clock a face, the chair a back, the table four stout legs which will never suffer fatigue.

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 January 2019

A very fine poem. tony

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 January 2019

We grew lonely! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mahtab Bangalee 01 January 2019

in multitude we devoured by solitude loneliness showers our walking path as footless print! alone alone all alone born none can adorn for endless morn

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Butch 01 January 2019

Just wanted to say, whether or not you take offense, this is the comments page. If so inspired to write a lengthy piece - do so on your own page, I dislike having to scroll further down due to a poem for a comment? Am I wrong? Ty. Happy new year. 😊

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Laurie Van Der Hart 01 January 2019

Very playful and imaginative poem. I remember learning in art appreciation class how most thungs are designed based on the size, shape and needs of a human being. On the other hand, we see faces in almost everything, don’t we?

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Butch Decatoria 01 January 2019

How wonderful you are! This is magnificent poetry! And to no ends it seems, the names for things, and blaming the game for our needing —our things. Thank goodness I came across this piece of beautiful art. Namaste.

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Susan Williams 18 March 2016

What a pleasing wit and jolly sense of humor. Loved reading this piece.

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Colleen Courtney 17 May 2014

Leslie's comment sums up this poem perfectly! Can't get over the creativeness of this poet, amazingly gifted.

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Leslie Audes 29 November 2009

i love this poem - it playfully gets across the human tendency to see the world as a reflection of ourselves.

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