Li-Young Lee


Li-Young Lee Poems

1. A Story 1/13/2003
2. Arise, Go Down 3/11/2015
3. Braiding 1/13/2003
4. Dreaming Of Hair 1/13/2003
5. Early In The Morning 1/13/2003
6. Eating Alone 1/13/2003
7. Eating Together 1/13/2003
8. For A New Citizen Of These United States 1/13/2003
9. From Blossoms 1/13/2003
10. I Ask My Mother To Sing 1/13/2003
11. Immigrant Blues 6/8/2015
12. Little Father 10/20/2015
13. My Indigo 1/13/2003
14. Nativity 1/13/2003
15. One Heart 2/19/2015
16. Out Of Hiding 1/13/2003
17. Pillow 7/21/2006
18. The City In Which I Loved You 1/13/2003
19. The Father's House 1/13/2003
20. The Gift 1/13/2003
21. The Hammock 1/24/2015
22. The Sacrifice 1/13/2003
23. This Hour And What Is Dead 1/13/2003
24. This Room And Everything In It 1/13/2003
25. Visions And Interpretations 1/13/2003
26. With Ruins 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Li-Young Lee

Early In The Morning

While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher's ink.

She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.

My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like ...

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Eating Alone

I've pulled the last of the year's young onions.
The garden is bare now. The ground is cold,
brown and old. What is left of the day flames
in the maples at the corner of my
eye. I turn, a cardinal vanishes.
By the cellar door, I wash the onions,
then drink from the icy metal spigot.

Once, years back, I walked beside my father

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