Treasure Island

Li-Young Lee


This Hour And What Is Dead


Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through the bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
Does he remember his earth, his birthplace set to torches?
His love for me feels like spilled water
running back to its vessel.

At this hour, what is dead is restless
and what is living is burning.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

My father keeps a light on by our bed
and readies for our journey.
He mends ten holes in the knees
of five pairs of boy's pants.
His love for me is like his sewing:
various colors and too much thread,
the stitching uneven. But the needle pierces
clean through with each stroke of his hand.

At this hour, what is dead is worried
and what is living is fugitive.

Someone tell him he should sleep now.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Joel Mitchell (2/24/2010 11:16:00 PM)

    this posting is incomplete...
    this poem continues:

    God, that old furnace, keeps talking
    with his mouth of teeth,
    a beard stained at feasts, and his breath
    of gasoline, airplane, human ash.
    His love for me feels like fire,
    feels like doves, feels like river-water.

    At this hour, what is dead is helpless, kind
    and helpless. While the Lord lives.

    Someone tell the Lord to leave me alone.
    I've had enough of his love
    that feels like burning and flight and running away. (Report) Reply

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