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Basement Poetry Podcast
Wayne Benson
38 episodes
2 weeks ago
Recorded in my basement, a podcast where we read and discuss poetry and try to uncover the roots of what makes a poem work.
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Recorded in my basement, a podcast where we read and discuss poetry and try to uncover the roots of what makes a poem work.
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"Words for Worry" by Li-Young_Lee
Basement Poetry Podcast
10 minutes 26 seconds
3 years ago
"Words for Worry" by Li-Young_Lee

Today we will be looking at the poem "Words for Worry" by Li-Young Lee.


Bio: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/li-young-lee


The Poem:

Words for Worry

by Li-Young Lee

Another word for father is worry.


Worry boils the water

for tea in the middle of the night.


Worry trimmed the child’s nails before

singing him to sleep.


Another word for son is delight,

another word, hidden.


And another is One-Who-Goes-Away.

Yet another, One-Who-Returns.


So many words for son:

He-Dreams-for-All-Our-Sakes.

His-Play-Vouchsafes-Our-Winter-Share.

His-Dispersal-Wins-the-Birds.


But only one word for father.

And sometimes a man is both.

Which is to say sometimes a man

manifests mysteries beyond

his own understanding.


For instance, being the one and the many,

and the loneliness of either. Or


the living light we see by, we never see. Or


the sole word weighs

heavy as a various name.


And sleepless worry folds the laundry for tomorrow.

Tired worry wakes the child for school.


Orphan worry writes the note he hides

in the child’s lunch bag.

It begins, Dear Firefly….

Basement Poetry Podcast
Recorded in my basement, a podcast where we read and discuss poetry and try to uncover the roots of what makes a poem work.