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Li-Young Lee

Winter 2000

Hurry toward Beginning

By Li-Young Lee

Is it because the hour is latethe dove sounds new,no longer askinga path to its father’s house,no longer begging shoes of its mother? Or is it because I can’t tell […]

Winter 2000

One Heart

By Li-Young Lee

Look at the birds. Even flyingis born out of nothing. The first skyis inside you, Friend, open at either end of day.The work of wings was always freedom, fasteningone heart […]

Winter 2000

The Moon from Any Window

By Li-Young Lee

The moon from any window is one partwhoever’s looking. The part I can’t seeis everything my sister keeps to herself.One part my dead brother’s sleepless brow,the other part the time […]

Winter 2000

The Hammock

By Li-Young Lee

When I lay my head in my mother’s lapI think how day hides the stars,the way I lay hidden once, waitinginside my mother’s laughter. And I rememberhow she carried me […]