<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Why We Tell Stories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Linda Foster</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I<br>Because we used to have leaves<br>and on damp days<br>our muscles feel a tug,<br>painful now, from when roots<br>pulled us into the ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and because our children believe<br>they can fly, an instinct retained<br>from when the bones in our arms<br>were shaped like zithers and broke<br>neatly under their feathers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and because before we had lungs<br>we knew how far it was to the bottom<br>as we floated open-eyed<br>like painted scarves through the scenery<br>of dreams, and because we awakened</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and learned to speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>We sat by the fire in our caves,<br>and because we were poor, we made up a tale<br>about a treasure mountain<br>that would open only for us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and because we were always defeated,<br>we invented impossible riddles <br>only we could solve,<br>monsters only we could kill,<br>women who could love no one else<br>and because we had survived<br>sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,<br>we discovered bones that rose<br>from the dark earth and sang<br>as white birds in the trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3<br>Because the story of our life <br>becomes our life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because each of us tells<br>the same story<br>but tells it differently</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and none of us tells it<br>the same way twice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because grandmothers looking like spiders<br>want to enchant the children<br>and grandfathers need to convince us<br>what happened happened because of them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and though we listen only<br>haphazardly, with one ear,<br>we will begin our story<br>with the word and</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lisel+Mueller">Lisel Mueller</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=447970" data-title="Why We Tell Stories de Lisel Mueller" data-description="For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful now, from when roots pulled us into the ground and because our children believe they can fly, an instinct retained from when the bones in our arm..."></div> </div> </div>

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