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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
It's been too long since we last had a poem by Li-Young Lee.
Someone said my name in the garden,
while I grew smaller
in the spreading shadow of the peonies,
grew larger by my absence to another,
grew older among the ants, ancient
A child's game of hide-and-seek becomes a moment of magical awareness, of silence, of self-discovery.
under the opening heads of the flowers,
new to myself, and stranger.
That game of secret places and stillness, becomes the opportunity mystics of the great traditions seek--
while the quiet seemed my true name,
--the opportunity to disappear and, at the same time, to become profoundly yourself.
The poems title "Out of Hiding" hints at one other truth: Through this kind of hiding, we actually come out of hiding. It is a form of disappearing that fundamentally reveals us to the world.
Quiet to quiet, I called back.
And the birds declared my whereabouts all morning.
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