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Li-Young Lee

Dwelling

As though touching her
might make him known to himself,

as though his hand moving
over her body might find who
he is, as though he lay inside her, a country

his hand’s traveling uncovered,
as though such a country arose
continually up out of her
to meet his hand’s setting forth and setting forth.

And the places on her body have no names.
She is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness.

Li-Young Lee, Book of My Nights: Poems (BOA Editions Ltd, 2001)

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