"People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush."
"To pull the metal splinter from my palm my father recited a story in a low voice. I watched his lovely face and not the blade. Before the story ended, he'd removed the iron sliver I thought I'd die from. I can't remember the tale, but hear his voice still, a well of dark water, a prayer. And I recall his hands, two measures of tenderness he laid against my face."
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Source: Li-Young Lee (1986). “Rose: Poems”, p.15, BOA Editions, Ltd.
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