Kafka said... "We ought to only read books that stab us."Li-Young Lee has stabbed me with "Rose." In these beautifully crafted poems, he has interlaced the past and the present, his Chinese heritage, mother, father, wife...but Oh, his father is so very present.Reading Lee's poetry is like soaking in a warm bath, having a lovely dream, remembering something beautiful. The language dripped inside my ears and at times moved me to tears...His memories about hair...'The scent of it, hair falling against his face, his skin, brushing it,combing it, braiding it,unbraiding it, hair spilling over, her autumn hair, and finally, caught in hismother's hair.I love these imagages. I love Li-Young Lee for stabbing me in the heart and making me feel."In my dream I flypast summers and moths,to the thistlecaught in my mother's hair, the purple oneI touched and bled for,to myself at three, sleepingbeside her, waking with her hair in my mouth." -Li-Young Lee-