You Must Sing
He sings in his father's arms, sings his father
to sleep, all the while seeing how on that face
grown suddenly strange, wasting to shadow,
time moves. Stern time. Sweet time. Because his father
asked, he sings; because
they are wholly lost.
How else, in immaculate noon, will each find
each, who are so close now? So close and lost.
His voice stands at windows, runs everywhere.
How else, in immaculate noon, will each find
each, who are so close now? So close and lost.
His voice stands at windows, runs everywhere.
Was death giant? O, how will
he find his
father? They are so close. Was death a gust?
By which door did it come? All the day's doors
are closed. He must go out of those hours, that house,
father? They are so close. Was death a gust?
By which door did it come? All the day's doors
are closed. He must go out of those hours, that house,
the
enfolding limbs, go burdened to lean:
you must sing to be found; when found, you must sing.
you must sing to be found; when found, you must sing.
~ Li-Young Lee ~
(The City in Which I Love You)
(The City in Which I Love You)
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