Apocalyptic Quote by Li-Young Lee

Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while…

— Li-Young Lee

Could it be in longing we are most ourselves?

— Li-Young Lee

Our bodies look solid, but they arent. Were like a fountain. A fountain of water looks solid, but you can put your fingers right…

— Li-Young Lee

A poem is like a score for the human voice.

— Li-Young Lee

I've been thinking about something for a long time, and I keep noticing that most human speech-if not all human speech-is made with the…

— Li-Young Lee

“From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward…

— Li-Young Lee

“Moonlight and high wind. Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.”

— Li-Young Lee

“But, no one can tell without cease our human story, and so we lose, lose”

— Li-Young Lee

“The moon from any window is one part whoever’s looking. The part I can’t see is everything my sister keeps to herself. One part…

— Li-Young Lee

Poetry is the language of extremity. Poetry is a transfer of potency. You feel something potent and then you transfer it onto the page.

— Li-Young Lee

We suffer each other to have each other a while.

— Li-Young Lee

Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.

— Li-Young Lee