Li-Young Lee Poems
|2.||Arise, Go Down||3/11/2015|
|4.||Dreaming Of Hair||1/13/2003|
|5.||Early In The Morning||1/13/2003|
|8.||For A New Citizen Of These United States||1/13/2003|
|10.||I Ask My Mother To Sing||1/13/2003|
|15.||Out Of Hiding||1/13/2003|
|17.||The City In Which I Loved You||1/13/2003|
|18.||The Father's House||1/13/2003|
|22.||This Hour And What Is Dead||1/13/2003|
|23.||This Room And Everything In It||1/13/2003|
|24.||Visions And Interpretations||1/13/2003|
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the joy
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, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.
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, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
People have been trying to kill me since I was born,
a man tells his son, trying to explain
the wisdom of learning a second tongue.
It's the same old story from the previous century
about my father and me.
The same old story from yesterday morning
about me and my son.