Li-Young Lee

Li-Young Lee Poems

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

I Ask My Mother To Sing

She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.

I've never been in Peking, or the Summer Palace,
nor stood on the great Stone Boat to watch
the rain begin on Kuen Ming Lake, the picnickers
running away in the grass.

But I love to hear it sung;
how the waterlilies fill with rain until
they overturn, spilling water into water,
then rock back, and fill with more,

Both women have begun to cry.
But neither stops her song.

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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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