"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.

Li-Young Lee

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