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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=550942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dreaming Of Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ivy ties the cellar door<br>in autumn, in summer morning glory<br>wraps the ribs of a mouse.<br>Love binds me to the one<br>whose hair I've found in my mouth,<br>whose sleeping head I kiss,<br>wondering is it death?<br>beauty? this dark<br>star spreading in every direction from the crown of her head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love's hair is autumn hair, there<br>the sun ripens.<br>My fingers harvest the dark<br>vegtable of her body.<br>In the morning I remove it<br>from my tongue and<br>sleep again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hair spills<br>through my dream, sprouts<br>from my stomach, thickens my heart,<br>and tangles from the brain. Hair ties the tongue dumb.<br>Hair ascends the tree<br>of my childhood--the willow<br>I climbed<br>one bare foot and hand at a time,<br>feeling the knuckles of the gnarled tree, hearing<br>my father plead from his window, _Don't fall!_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my dream I fly<br>past summers and moths,<br>to the thistle<br>caught in my mother's hair, the purple one<br>I touched and bled for,<br>to myself at three, sleeping<br>beside her, waking with her hair in my mouth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along a slippery twine of her black hair<br>my mother ties ko-tze knots for me:<br>fish and lion heads, chrysanthemum buds, the heads<br>of Chinamen, black-haired and frowning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Li-En, my brother, frowns when he sleeps.<br>I push back his hair, stroke his brow.<br>His hairline is our father's, three peaks pointing down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What sprouts from the body<br>and touches the body?<br>What filters sunlight<br>and drinks moonlight?<br>Where have I misplaced my heart?<br>What stops wheels and great machines?<br>What tangles in the bough<br>and snaps the loom?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the grave<br>my father's hair<br>bursts. A strand<br>pierces my left sole, shoots<br>up bone, past ribs,<br>to the broken heart it stiches,<br>then down,<br>swirling in the stomach, in the groin, and down,<br>through the right foot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What binds me to this earth?<br>What remembers the dead<br>and grows towards them?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm tired of thinking.<br>I long to taste the world with a kiss.<br>I long to fly into hair with kisses and weeping,<br>remembering an afternoon<br>when, kissing my sleeping father, I saw for the first time<br>behind the thick swirl of his black hair,<br>the mole of wisdom,<br>a lone planet spinning slowly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes my love is melancholy<br>and I hold her head in my hands.<br>Sometimes I recall our hair grows after death.<br>Then, I must grab handfuls<br>of her hair, and, I tell you, there<br>are apples, walnuts, ships sailing, ships docking, and men<br>taking off their boots, their hearts breaking,<br>not knowing<br>which they love more, the water, or<br>their women's hair, sprouting from the head, rushing toward the feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Li-Young+Lee">Li-Young Lee</a><div class=q>
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in autumn, in summer morning glory
wraps the ribs of a mouse.
Love binds me to the one
whose hair I've found in my mouth,
whose sleeping head I kiss,
wondering is it death?
beauty? this dark
star spreading in every directi..."></div>
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