by Li-Young Lee
The 1986 Delmore Schwartz Memorial Poetry Award
New Poets of America
Series
"The
rose becomes not something to stare at, but to consume. The
rose, which is history, the past, a "doomed profane flower"
to be adored and destroyed. To be eaten. Like the speaker. I
celebrate Li-Young Lee's fine book of poems. I think we are
in the presence of a true spirit."
- Gerald Stern
My Indigo
It's
late. I've come
to
find the flower which blossoms
like
a saint dying upside down.
The
rose won't do, nor the iris.
I've
come to find the moody one, the shy one,
downcast,
grave, and isolated.
Now,
blackness gathers in the grass,
and
I am on my hands and knees.
What
is its name?
Little
sister, my indigo,
my
secret, vaginal and sweet,
you
unfurl yourself shamelessly
toward
the ground. You burn. You live
a while
in two worlds
at
once.
©BOA
Editions, Ltd 1986
Available editions:
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Paperback
ISBN: 1-880238-53-1
Price: $15.50
Publishing Date: January 1986
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