Li-Young Lee


Little Father - Poem by Li-Young Lee

I buried my father in my heart.
Now he grows in me, my strange son,
My little root who won't drink milk,
Little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,
Little clock spring newly wet
In the fire, little grape, parent to the future
Wine, a son the fruit of his own son,
Little father I ransom with my life.

Topic(s) of this poem: father

Form: Free Verse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2015



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