That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a lit — Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a lit — Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a lit — Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a lit — Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a lit — Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
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That's what I want, that kind of recklessness where the poem is even ahead of you. It's like riding a horse that's a little too wild for you, so there's this tension between what you can do and what the horse decides it's going to do.

— Li-Young Lee, Breaking the Alabaster Jar: Conversations with Li-Young Lee
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