Eating Together

In the steamer is the trout
seasoned with slivers of ginger,
two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.
We shall eat it with rice for lunch,
brothers, sister, my mother who will
taste the sweetest meat of the head,
holding it between her fingers
deftly, the way my father did
weeks ago. Then he lay down
to sleep like a snow-covered road
winding through pines older than him,
without any travelers, and lonely for no one.

by Li-Young Lee

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God! How I love Whitman! ! ! He made himself a poet for and of the common man. I have always envisioned Whitman as this very noble, dignified, yet exuberant, sort of man that clearly loved America, the joy of adventure, and had such a lust for Life w/out Hemingway's overly masculine tone. This is a great poem to me because he has also displayed his passion to be the voice of the kind of people, that in his day and age, had no such respect. Thanks for letting me share, Joyce