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.

by Lisel Mueller

Comments (3)

What a pleasing wit and jolly sense of humor. Loved reading this piece.
Leslie's comment sums up this poem perfectly! Can't get over the creativeness of this poet, amazingly gifted.
i love this poem - it playfully gets across the human tendency to see the world as a reflection of ourselves.