Jul
12
“Dwelling” By Li-Young Lee
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.
And she is what’s immense about the night.
And their clothes on the floor are arranged
for forgetfulness.
