Li-Young Lee

Weakness at 3AM: what if I wrote you a letter, just a short one, a little note, asking how you are. Or: I miss you. What if I just sent you a poem, or a song, or Egon Schiele's Embrace?

Found this while browsing the poetry section. Was waiting for S. and for a moment I forgot myself. The ride from Cavite to Makati is long; I've got time. We writers tend to make the bookstore our meeting place ---

And now, to end a grand year --- a poem brimming with all my emotions that I can't even begin name. Thank you, 2010. You've been lovely. Persimmons Li-Young Lee In sixth grade Mrs. Walker slapped the back of my head and made me stand

My heart is taken. Again and again. So, so beautiful. The Hour and What Is Dead Li-Young Lee Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking through bare rooms over my head, opening and closing doors. What could he be looking for in an empty

I think I love this poet. One of my recent favourites. This Room and Everything in It Li-Young Lee Lie still now while I prepare for my future, certain hard days ahead, when I'll need what I know so clearly this moment. I am making use of the

Another one, perhaps? I love Li-Young Lee's voice, and on a rainy day his poems are perfect company. The Gift Li-Young Lee To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face

Of all the poems I've read so far in my life, there are poets whom I admire so much, I would be speechless if they suddenly appear before me now. I know there will never be another one like them,