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Li-Young Lee

Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name, and postmarked years ago, while I await injunctions from the light or the dark; I wait for shapeliness limned, or dissolution. Is paradise due or narrowly missed until another thousand years? I wait in a blue… Continue reading Li-Young Lee

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