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