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
From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee
"O, to take what we love inside, / to carry within us an orchard, to eat / not only the skin, but the shade, / not only the sugar, but the days
Persimmons by Li-Young Lee
"My mother said every persimmon has a sun / inside, something golden, glowing, / warm as my face." — Li-Young Lee
Little Father by Li-Young Lee
“I buried my father in my heart. / Now he grows in me, my strange son,” — Li-Young Lee
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
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
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
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