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Another Version
Our trees are aspens, but people
mistake them for birches;
they think of us as characters
in a Russian novel, Kitty and Levin
living contentedly in the country.

Our friends from the city watch the birds
and rabbits feeding together
on top of the deep, white snow.

(We have Russian winters in Illinois,
but no sleighbells, possums instead of wolves,
no trusted servants to do our work.
)
As in a Russian play, an old man
lives in our house, he is my father;
he lets go of life in such slow motion,
year after year, that the grief
is stuck inside me, a poisoned apple
that won't go up or down.

But like the three sisters, we rarely speak
of what keeps us awake at night;
like them, we complain about things
that don't really matter and talk
of our pleasures and of the future:
we tell each other the willows
are early this year, hazy with green.
Written by: Lisel Mueller