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