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 …

- Li-Young Lee

While all bodies share the same fate, all voices do not.

- Li-Young Lee

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 ther…

- Li-Young Lee

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 …

- Li-Young Lee

Maybe being winged means being wounded by infinity.

- 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

Memory is sweet. Even when it’s painful, memory is sweet.

- Li-Young Lee

Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.

- Li-Young Lee

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