from “Discrepancies, Happy and Sad”
No. It’s more like a memory of heaven.
Voices coming closer, voices moving away,
and what we thought we knew
about life on earth confounding us.
And then that question
from which all other questions begin.
Li-Young Lee, Book of My Nights
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Lee really knows how to say it all, doesn’t he. Thanks so much for posting this: I need to go back to his work. Love this.