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Become Becoming by Li-Young Lee

Become Becoming by Li-Young Lee

Become Becoming by Li-Young Lee Wait for evening. Then you’ll be alone. Wait for the playground to empty. Then call out those companions from childhood: The one who closed his eyes and pretended to be invisible. The one to whom you told every secret. The one who made a world of any hiding pla... »

Praise Them by Li-Young Lee

Praise Them by Li-Young Lee

Praise Them by Li-Young Lee The birds don’t alter space. They reveal it. The sky never fills with any leftover flying. They leave nothing to trace. It is our own astonishment collects in chill air. Be glad. They equal their due moment never begging, and enter ours without parting day. See how... »

Out of Hiding by Li-Young Lee

Out of Hiding by Li-Young Lee

Out of Hiding by Li-Young Lee Someone said my name in the garden, while I grew smaller in the spreading shadow of the peonies, grew larger by my absence to another, grew older among the ants, ancient under the opening heads of the flowers, new to myself, and stranger. When I heard my name again, it... »

Nativity by Li-Young Lee

Nativity by Li-Young Lee

Nativity by Li-Young Lee In the dark, a child might ask, What is the world? just to hear his sister promise, An unfinished wing of heaven, just to hear his brother say, A house inside a house, but most of all to hear his mother answer, One more song, then you go to sleep. How could anyone in that b... »

Night Mirror by Li-Young Lee

Night Mirror by Li-Young Lee

Night Mirror by Li-Young Lee Li-Young, don’t feel lonely when you look up into great night and find yourself the far face peering hugely out from between a star and a star. All that space the nighthawk plunges through, homing, all that distance beyond embrace, what is it but your own infinity... »

One Heart by Li-Young Lee

One Heart by Li-Young Lee

One Heart by Li-Young Lee Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, open at either end of day. The work of wings was always freedom, fastening one heart to every falling thing. Hits: 2 »

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour,... »