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Li-Young Lee

Li-Young Lee

Born: 19 August 1957

Li-Young Lee (he/him) is a poet and the author of The Invention of the Darling (W. W. Norton, 2024); The Undressing (W. W. Norton, 2018); Behind My Eyes (W. W. Norton, 2009); From Blossoms: Selected Poems (Bloodaxe, 2007); Book of My Nights (BOA Editions, 2001), winner of a William Carlos Williams award; The City in Which I Love You (BOA Editions, 1990), winner of a Laughlin Award; and Rose (BOA Editions, 1986), winner of a Delmore Schwartz Memorial Poetry Award from New York University. He also wrote the memoir The Winged Seed: A Remembrance (BOA Editions, 1995), and cotranslated the Dao De Jing of Laozi with Yun Wang (W. W. Norton, 2024). Lee has taught at universities including Northwestern University and the University of Iowa. He lives in Chicago and is an American citizen. (Source)

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Poems by Li-Young Lee

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Braiding by Li-Young Lee

“Love, how the hours accumulate. Uncountable. / The trees grow tall, some people walk away / and diminish forever.” — Li-Young Lee
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From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

“Love, how the hours accumulate. Uncountable. / The trees grow tall, some people walk away / and diminish forever.” — Li-Young Lee
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One Heart by Li-Young Lee

"The work of wings / was always freedom," – Li-Young Lee
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Irises by Li-Young Lee

"They hold / their breath all their lives / and open, open." — Li-Young Lee
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Persimmons by Li-Young Lee

"My mother said every persimmon has a sun / inside, something golden, glowing, / warm as my face." — Li-Young Lee
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Little Father by Li-Young Lee

“I buried my father in my heart. / Now he grows in me, my strange son,” — Li-Young Lee
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The Hour and What Is Dead by Li-Young Lee

“At this hour, what is dead is restless / and what is living is burning.” — Li-Young Lee
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This Room and Everything in It by Li-Young Lee

“I'll close my eyes / and recall this room and everything in it: / My body is estrangement. / This desire, perfection.” — Li-Young Lee
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The Gift by Li-Young Lee

“Had you followed that boy / you would have arrived here, / where I bend over my wife's right hand.” – Li-Young Lee
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Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee

"But I know / it is because of the way / my mother's hair falls / when he pulls the pins out." – Li-Young Lee