Monday, May 09, 2005

Poem of the Week 5/9/2005: Out of Hiding

Out of Hiding

Someone said my name in the graden,

while I grew smaller
in the spreading shadow of peonies,

grew larger by my absence to another,
grew older among the ants, ancient

under the opening heads of the flowers,
new to myself, and stranger.

When I heard my name again, it sounded far,
like the name of the child next door,
or a favorite cousin visiting for the summer,

while the quiet seemed my true name,
a near and inaudible singing
born of hidden ground.

Quiet to quiet, I called back.
And the birds declared my whereabouts all morning.

Li-Young Lee 2001

**I figured out which poem this is but don't have the response. Does anyone have it? Please? **

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