Poet Li-Young Lee has an interesting background. He is Indonesian-born, the son of Chinese parents. His grandfather was China's first Republican President (and he also attempted to make himself emperor). Lee's father was a personal physician to Mao Tse-tung. After being exiled to Indonesia, his father spent 19 months in a prison camp. When Lee's family left Indonesia, they spent years journeying through Hong Kong and Japan, and finally arrived in the United States in 1964. Lee was seven years old at that time. (For more information about Lee, see the links at the bottom...)
from
The Children's Hour by Li-Young Lee
Soldiers with guns are at our door again.
Sister, quick. Change into a penny.
I'll fold you in a handkerchief,
put you in my pocket
and jump inside a sack,
one of the uncooked rice.
Brother, hurry. Turn yourself
into one of our mother's dolls
on the living room shelf. I'll be the dust
settling on your eyelids.
Read the rest here.* *
bits and pieces of
Dreaming Of Hair by Li-Young Lee
...Hair spills
through my dream, sprouts
from my stomach, thickens my heart,
and tangles from the brain. Hair ties the tongue dumb.
Hair ascends the tree
of my childhood--the willow
I climbed
one bare foot and hand at a time,
feeling the knuckles of the gnarled tree, hearing
my father plead from his window, "Don't fall!"
What sprouts from the body
and touches the body?
What filters sunlight
and drinks moonlight?
Where have I misplaced my heart?
What stops wheels and great machines?
What tangles in the bough
and snaps the loom?
Sometimes my love is melancholy
and I hold her head in my hands.
Sometimes I recall our hair grows after death.
Then, I must grab handfuls
of her hair, and, I tell you, there
are apples, walnuts, ships sailing, ships docking, and men
taking off their boots, their hearts breaking,
not knowing
which they love more, the water, or
their women's hair, sprouting from the head, rushing toward the feet.
You can read it in its entirety here.* *
from
Living With Herby
Li-Young Lee...She walks
her path the years sown behind her.
She sleeps.
And her sleep becomes
the river I build
my house beside.
So, on which bank of the river
am I now, waking or dreaming?
She says,
Come away from the window. Lie down.
There’s no dark out there that isn’t first in you.* *
from
Self-Help for Fellow Refugeesby
Li-Young Lee ...Very likely, your ancestors decorated
their bells of every shape and size
with elaborate calendars
and diagrams of distance star systems,
but with no maps for scattered descendants.
* *
A quote from an informal poetry colloquium at Stanford:
Q: What was your father's influence on you?
Li-Young Lee: It's a Taoist thing—
My father told me that humans take 15,000 breaths a day.
When I inhale, I say "Thank you"
When I exhale, I say "Good-bye"
More: * You can read the entirety of
Living With Her and
Self-Help for Refugees at the
PBS site.
*
A conversation between Li-Young Lee and Tina Chang*
An interview with Li-Young Lee on Poets & Writers*
A Table in the Wilderness by Li-Young Lee (poem)
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Book of My Nights by Li-Young Lee (book)
Andi at A Wrung Sponge has the Poetry Friday round-up today.
My tutee got a kick out of the fishy endpapers: 
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Chateau Mouton Rothschild has had artists' work on their labels since 1945, including such big names as Andy Warhol, Joan Miro, Salvador Dali, and Keith Haring. I'm including four below -- two complete labels and two that just show the art. 
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