"People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush."
"A door jumps out from shadows, then jumps away. This is what I've come to find: the back door, unlatched. Tooled by insular wind, it slams and slams without meaning to and without meaning."
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Source: Li-Young Lee (1990). “The City in which I Love You: Poems”, p.16, BOA Editions, Ltd.
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