“I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up
I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let...”
“On a day of sirens and violent sobbing, the seed sprouted
in my lower abdomen
and before anything else
the twigs and leaves of the root
Tina Chang: Do you think that absence has a presence, too?
Li-Young Lee: I love that question. I’ve been thinking about something for a long...