Night Mirror
Li-Young, don't feel
lonely
when you look up
into great night and find
yourself the far face
peering
hugely out from between
a star and a star. All that
space
the nighthawk plunges through,
homing, all that distance beyond
embrace,
what is it but your won infinity.
And don't be afraid
when,
eyes closed, you look inside you
and find night is both
the silence
tolling after stars
and the final word
that founds all beginning, find
night,
abyss and shuttle,
a
finished cloth
frayed by the years, then gathered
in the songs and
games
mothers teach their children.
Look again
and find
yourself changed
and changing, now the bewildered honey
fallen into your
own hands,
now the immaculate fruit born of hunger.
Now the unequaled
perfume of your dying.
And time? Time is the salty wake
of your
stunned entrance upon
no name.
~ Li-Young Lee
~
(Book of My
Nights)
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