
O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.
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 blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Li-Young Lee
to impossible blossom to impossible blossom, lovely. (:
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I thought so too…
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This is lovely, I will have to Google!
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Do google him.. i just found this poem in an anthology I got from a book fair. I love those kinds of discoveries..glad you liked it too.
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Often the best discoveries are made by chance x
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So true.
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