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“Childhood? Which childhood? The one that didn’t last? The one in which you learned to be afraid?”

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Li-Young Lee
Li-Young Lee

Li-Young Lee is a celebrated Chinese-American poet whose works are characterized by their emotional depth and introspection. Born in August 19, 1957, Lee's poetry often delves into themes of identity, family, and cultural heritage, blending Chinese and American influences in a lyrical and emotionally resonant style. more

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