1. The document is a collection of poems by various poets including Karen Bayangan, Daniel Cas-ing, Ruby Ann Gonzales, Jeremy Lillef, Ma. Eunice Opinaldo, and Ruth Vinluan.
2. It includes individual poems on topics such as a newly bought bike, a pet, toy cars, importance, and abuse.
3. The poems cover various themes including childhood memories, nature, relationships, and hardships.
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25 poems by Li-Young Lee1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS2. Early i.docxtamicawaysmith
25 poems by Li-Young Lee
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
2. Early in the Morning
3. Eating Alone
4. The Gift
5. A Story
6. The Hammock
7. Mnemonic
8. From Blossoms
9. Pillow
10. Mnemonic
11. The Hour and What Is Dead
12. Night Mirror
13. Little Father
14. ONE HEART
15. Station
16. Black Petal
17. From Blossoms
18. A Hymn to Childhood
19. Falling: The Code
20. Nocturne
21. Eating Together
22. I Ask My Mother to Sing
23. This Hour and What Is Dead
24. Immigrant Blues
25. Arise, Go Down
1. THE WEIGHT OF SWEETNESS
No easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.
Song, wisdom, sadness. Joy: sweetness
equals three of any of these gravities.
See a peach bend
the branch and strain the stem until
it snaps.
Hold the peach, try the weight, sweetness
and death so round and snug
in your palm.
And, so, there is
The weight of memory:
Windblown, a rain-soaked
bough shakes, showering
the man and the boy.
They shiver in delight,
and the father lifts from his son’s cheek
one green leaf
fallen like a kiss.
The good boy hugs a bag of peaches
his father has entrusted
to him.
Now he follows
his father, who carries a bagful in each arm.
See the look on the boy’s face
as his father moves
faster and farther ahead, while his own steps
flag, and his arms grow weak, as he labors
under the weight
of peaches.
2. Early in the Morning
While the long grain is softening
in the water, gurgling
over a low stove flame, before
the salted Winter Vegetable is sliced
for breakfast, before the birds,
my mother glides an ivory comb
through her hair, heavy
and black as calligrapher’s ink.
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
My mother combs,
pulls her hair back
tight, rolls it
around two fingers, pins it
in a bun to the back of her head.
For half a hundred years she has done this.
My father likes to see it like this.
He says it is kempt.
But I know
it is because of the way
my mother’s hair falls
when he pulls the pins out.
Easily, like the curtains
when they untie them in the evening.
18. Falling: The Code
1.
Through the night
the apples
outside my window
one by one let go
their branches and
drop to the lawn.
I can’t see, but hear
the stem-snap, the plummet
through leaves, then
the final thump against the ground.
Sometimes two
at once, or one
right after another.
During long moments of silence
I wait
and wonder about the bruised bodies,
the terror of diving through air, and
think I’ll go tomorrow
to find the newly fallen, but they
all look alike lying there
dewsoaked, disappearing before me.
2.
I lie beneath my window listening
to the sound of apples dropping in
the yard, a syncopated code I long to know,
which continues even as I sleep, and dream I know
the meaning of what I hear, each dull
thud of unseen apple-
body, the earth
falling to earth
once and forever, over
and over.
3. Eating Alone
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions.
The garden is bare now. The ...
2. The Dearest Poems of the Poets of our Generation….. Bayangan, Karen Cas-ing, Daniel Gonzales, Ruby Ann Lillef, Jeremy Opinaldo, Ma. Eunice Vinluan, Ruth
4. On the middle of the day At the peak of sun’s rays Came to me a great thrill Of strolling to an open view With my newly bought bike Asking Papa, “Can I go with my bike?” Gladly, he let me, for just one One great reminder, “ just beside the house.” Pretendingly, I nod, knowing I’m not Just to be there, but, somewhere far beside there. Strolling, strolling, strolling As those of my bike was rolling As I go to the open view Seeing all people around as to play Along the grounds of subdivisions park
5. Suddenly, a man with a conspicuous look Came near to me, asking for For some favor, of if He can use this newly bought bike of mine Letting me know he has something to Get of I don’t know I nod, and let him. Seconds and minutes I’ve wait for him As I see the sun’s rays goes down I’m bit confused, I’m bit afraid. Not knowing it takes hours of waiting Until realizing that you’ve taken away from me The newly bought bike of mine.
7. A beautiful nature around me The mountain and trees that I always see That gives energy in my daily activity And I do it day by day. I work and play everyday I do it night and day My soul and body likes to fly away It is because I’m too busy like a bee The night came and the day passed Because I enjoy working the time is too fast I want to sleep but I can’t So I guard the house a lot of manna. In a room my body was laid on bed But I feel something and I’m not to stay There’s something creeping and playing So I called his attention and he barked.
9. You’re there again. So glad Being with your tiny enchanting toy cars You’re there again. Creating Making a world of your own A world of where Your control is dwelling I can’t help but to chuckle From the distance – I I can see, those smiles Those infectious joy that Obsess you my bro, can be As true as the cheer of a babe For anything, everything That brings pleasure to you You let these to be compact with your world of play That thrills more your game Even the one others think of no use
10. Huge books on our shelf Glassy cups and plates on dish container Is lied before your eyes To make complete of Your world of play through The middle age of our house I hear those bangs and cracks Varied sounds of clashes along walls Of those dropping toy cars of yours Of flying books, plates and glasses And with those you’re filled with joy On the point of noticing nothing
12. How special am I You gave me everything You keep on looking at me Checking everything to be right Keeping hazards away from me Preparing everything I need Giving the best for me Sometimes even expensive Asking others how was it What do they think Trying to make me perfect That no one can say anything After a while, what did you do? Ignore me and throw me away Well who am I to you? I’m just a used napkin.
14. Days start again With mask in my face That I cannot remove it Because I’m not on it Activities were done Without being serious on it Because of masked ignorance That deny the real I am Until dark comes in My misery comes out Secret comes reveals And unknown denied Night claims me to be true Because darkness sets me free Not like the brightest day That hinders me to be free
16. Real sound comes along my way Gold, silvers of what I see The throne of king that amaze me Surrounding with wings maybe. Walking through this metallic element Something attracts me a lot Creature that once I belong That’s realization comes along Now that soil already covered me It’s too late to say what I say But hear my whisper Daddy Because you’re my foundation in a day Your love defeats my violations Your words challenges me To stand I my own feet Engaging me to a real relationship
18. We tend to be happy ‘ though we’re not Laugh because everybody’s laughing Pretending we don’t know how to cry Giving advice to problems we don’t encounter Making people happy While we’re in sorrow Being Zany to someone For we want to be happy Escaping the reality Hiding the real you And become zany to others Making their life so colorful At the end of the day You are again alone and No one’s willing to be a zany for you Until you become crazy
20. Stressed at night but comfortable When I used to seat on you butt. And used to lay on your head Ooh, how magnificent you are. I might not be without elongated neck That comprises your soft butt and head You make me big and you make me small Whenever I pulled your one hand along Along your shiny one leg, but most of all Your five feet with five wheel Of foundation that makes you beautiful.
22. Happiness hides its face from me Loneliness is my company The past that I can’t replace My life is like the air that I can’t activate Every morning is a misery day for me Suffering makes me a slavery Memory I can’t erase The love I can’t embrace I don’t know what love means to me It’s like a gold that was stolen from me I know this story is my crown I can stand even I fall on the ground
24. The day of the eventI don’t expect that sceneWhen I saw a body drainedThe blood flew and the dead laid But I don’ know what to doI kill my best friend by bowAnd a knife that I used, I threwMy conscience is telling me not to go So the policeman came to meTied my hand of sin and I seeI see a blood in his body layBecause of the alcohol I took, he paid Now, I’m in a vertical iron roomI can’t forget the day I kill the groomToday is he’s marriage but he is in the tombBecause I’m jealous in the bride and the throne.
26. Shopping under the rain Enjoys whatever it sees Laughing with no reasons Then locked by multiple eyes I tried to find the key But it took me long until – Unlocked by a well – known stranger My heart jumps as he wanted to run My body wanted too, But too late to run Then I found myself wiping the stairs By the magic of “basi”
28. I want my people well. I have desired for my people to walk in health. I have desired for my people to Know how to walk in health. I want my people to know how to take my Word. And stand on my Word. And receive my healing power And know that I am the Lord. I want my people to walk with me. In health and in life and know the good things That I have prepared for them.
29. In the beginning, Was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.... -The Book of John