INTRO
SNAPSHOT
CALLING OWLS
TO OUR SONS, 1982
THE ABORTION PALACE
MY SHIP
WAITING ON LARAMIE CREEK
IMPATIENS CAPENSIS
THE ADVANTAGE OF INTELLIGENCE
FROM THE TALE OF PETER MINK
THE ODYSSEY OF GLOOMY GUS
THE HUMAN CONDITION IS NOT
TED
OLD MAN TO HIMSELF
OLD DOMINION
AFTER YOU LANGLADE
SPRING PEEPERS
THE BRANDY LINE (ABOUT A FAVORITE GOAT)
GROWING UP, TWO AMERICAS
A TRUE DOCTOR
ANNIVERSARY 1984
HILLS
LITTLE RIVER
THE LESSON
TREES OF NEW JERSEY
BEYOND NORTH MOUNTAIN
OLD RIDER
MAKE REVOLUTION
MUSIC AT THE JACKSON
MEMORY
TO BETTY, 1982
DREAM OF CHARLES DE LANGLADE
CHICAGO AND NORTHWESTERN
THE SCRAPER
YOU CALL ME FOLLY MILLS
BY WINNEBAGO'S SHORE
ALONG 693
DEATH OF WILBUR
I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
R.F. Mueller


Once, when I was fifteen and the world was new
I suffered the sermon and bore the choir,
Still my thoughts were ready to leap the pew
Or burn it with my new found fire,
And all this brought on by flashing knees,
Bright enough to scorch the priestly tomes
That strictly censure such fledgling debauchees
As might test what a thundering god condones.

Yet I built on the lewd distraction,
First seeing my self assured but still young,
Adventuring beyond mere tumefaction,
Then as middle aged, my world far flung.
But then, O then, stark time closed in,
And I saw myself becoming old
Cold terror beyond the fear of sin,
Of a story that even then was all but told.

 

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While I was young I was obliged to attend church, but never was happy in religion. By fifteen my rebellion and irreverence were established, and by the time I was drafted into the army, I'd shucked off all practice or thought of it, except for purposes of courtesy. My imagination, of course, was always ready to enliven church attendance with what or with whom it afforded an opportunity, and females frequently filled the bill! I remember as yesterday the occasion of this brainstorm, occurring as it did in an afternoon church visit, likely at the "sacrament of confession", participation in which a strange momentum still bound me.