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
WHEN I WAS FIFTEEN
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
©Poems of R.F.Mueller- Other Times, Other Thoughts

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU THEN
R.F. Mueller



I didn't know you then;
I didn't know you when
Time was rushing fast
Along the snaky miles,
The winding 50's roads
That left behind my past.
In my Chevy rocket ship
I fled along those roads
Past stubble fields, the
Lighted chore-time barns,
The yellow dead grass knolls,
Toward a brightening sky,
The University space time 50's world
Where the past would leave no residue.
I didn't know it then, that
I was hurtling toward our rendezvous.
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I didn't know you then:
I didn't know you when
My nights were burning late
The endless taper of my hope
Behind the grudging hallway doors
In rooms so celibate.
Could I have fixed your voice
In the tempting ventriloquistic laughter
Of the girls behind the walls,
Beyond my festering desk and blotter,
They who haunted me forever after?
Among the faceless classroom crowds,
The parade of fellow roomers,
Would I have caught your eye?
Or would I have sensed you then
Among the nameless passers-by?

 

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While at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, it was usual for me to drive home on weekends, with Karl W, a fellow student from Menasha, as a passenger in my 41 Chevrolet. Frequently, however, I returned to Madison alone. Recreated here is a mood derived from recollections of such return trips. Also recreated is the mood of my life as a student roomer entrapped by stimulating but demanding studies, which left little time for female company- all seen here as a prelude to the years-later advent of my wife Betty.