In the steamer is the trout
seasoned with slivers of ginger,
two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.
We shall eat it with rice for lunch,
brothers, sister, my mother who will
taste the sweetest meat of the head,
holding it between her fingers
deftly, the way my father did
weeks ago. Then he lay down
to sleep like a snow-covered road
winding through pines older than him,
without any travelers, and lonely for no one.
A fantastic poem that can be interpreted a million ways. Yes, the last lines moves and that snow-covered road imagery is truly fantastic. 10+++++++++++
he lay down to sleep like a snow-covered road.. Very good imagery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Eating Together by Li-Young Lee.) **A wistful meal for the poet.