Days live and die.
Suns rise and set.
Flowers bloom and wither.
Fruits ripen and spoil.
Ice cream freezes and melts.
Candles shed light and darken.
Energies are generated and depleted.
Monies are made and spent.
Time is used and squandered.
Love burns eternal and passions wane.
Lives are breathed and become breathless.
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Things by Lisel Mueller
What happened is, 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.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
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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