Li-Young Lee famous quotes

03-28-2025

People who read poetry have heard about the burning bush, but when you write poetry, you sit inside the burning bush.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Writing #People #Burning
Some things never leave a person: scent of the hair of one you love, the texture of persimmons, in your palm, the ripe weight.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Hair #Texture #Weight
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Want #Sentences
Our bodies look solid, but they arent. Were like a fountain. A fountain of water looks solid, but you can put your fingers right through it. Our bodies look like things, but theres no thingness to them.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Water #Looks #Body
In writing poetry, all of one's attention is focused on some inner voice.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Writing #Voice #Attention
That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a little too wild for you, so there's this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it's going to do.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Horse #Riding #Want
While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Fate #Voice #Body
Could it be in longing we are most ourselves?
-- Li-Young Lee

#Longing
The problem with memory is that is changes whatever it touches. It is never that accurate. As a result, I end up modifying and revising my own experiences. It's myth making.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Memories #Problem #Storytelling
We suffer each other to have each other a while.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Suffering
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 outgoing breath. This is the strange thing about presence and absence. When we breath in, our bodies are filled with nutrients and nourishment. Our blood is filled with oxygen, our skin gets flush; our bones get harder-they get compacted. Our muscles get toned and we feel very present when we're breathing in. The problem is, that when we're breathing in, we can't speak. So presence and silence have something to do with each other.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Thinking #Oxygen #Blood
And I never believed that the multitude / of dreams and many words were vain.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Dream #Vain #Multitudes
A poem is like a score for the human voice.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Voice #Score #Humans
Every time you write a poem itâ€™s apocalyptic. Youâ€™re revealing who you really are to yourself.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Writing #Revealing #Apocalyptic
Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I donâ€™t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue hour and faraway noise of hammering, and on a page a poem begun, something about to be dispersed, something about to come into being.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Memories #Dark #Light
There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Sweet #Wings #Joy
Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Mean #Infinity #Wounded
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Love You #Home #Light
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.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Fathers Day #Prayer #Dark
I don't mind suffering as long as it's really about something. I don't mind great luck, if it's about something. If it's the hollow stuff, then there's no gift, one way or the other.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Long #Luck #Mind
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.
-- Li-Young Lee

#Doors #Wind #Shadow
I am that last, that final thing, the body in a white sheet listening,
-- Li-Young Lee

#White #Listening #Finals

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