One Heart
Look at the birds. Even flying
is born
out of nothing. The first sky
is inside you, open
at either end of day.
The work of wings
was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.
--Li-Young Lee
Recommended Books by Li-Young Lee
Rose
Book of My Nights
The City in Which I Love You
Behind My Eyes: Poems
No comments:
Post a Comment