Li-Young Lee

From Blossoms - Poem by Li-Young Lee

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
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Comments about From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

  • Rookie Karen Hart (3/22/2014 10:53:00 PM)

    Tyrographical error.
    The third line '' we bought from the joy'' should read ''we bought from the boy''. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (3/18/2005 11:57:00 AM)

    The person who told me of this poem must now be a friend for life... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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