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Early in the Morning

Intro by Ted Kooser
09.20.2006

Li-Young Lee, who lives in Chica­go, evokes by the use of care­ful­ly cho­sen images a cul­ture, a time of day, and the under­stand­ing of love through the qui­et obser­va­tion of gesture. 

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.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Reprinted from Rose, BOA Editions, Ltd., 1986, by permission of the publisher, www.boaeditions.org. Copyright © 1986 Li-Young Lee, whose most recent book of poetry is “Book of My Nights,” BOA Editions, Ltd., 2001. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.

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