My Favorite Kingdom by Li-Young Lee
My favorite door opens two ways: receiving and receiving.
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My Favorite Kingdom
by Li-Young Lee
My favorite day is Sunday. My favorite color is my father’s apple trees in the rain. My favorite color is my father’s pear trees in a cloud of bees. My favorite day is Tuesday. My favorite window looks onto two oceans: one a house in various stages of ruin and beginning, and one a book, whose every word is outcome, whose every page is lifelong sentence. My favorite song is Time. My favorite dream is the one in which I stop with my mother under branches on the long way home from school. My favorite room is in the branches of the apple tree. My favorite time of day is when no one can find me. My favorite door opens two ways: receiving and receiving. My heart swings between the ways, from thanksgiving to thanksgiving, a thousand times a day, while its naked feet graze death’s knobby head a thousand times a day.
Behind My Eyes (W. W. Norton, 2009)





I love (as reader) coming to believe it is the heart's feet grazing death's knobby head that creates such transformations. Beautiful work.
Interesting stream of consciousness that I can learn from. Still, I love his poems, such as From Blossoms that tell a story more directly. This one I will not carry with me.