I buried my father in my heart.

Now he grows in me, my strange son,

my little root who won’t drink milk,

little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,

little clock spring newly wet

in the fire, little grape, parent to the future

wine, a son the fruit of his own son,

little father I ransom with my life.


Source: Lee, Li-Young. “Little Father.” Book of My Nights. Rochester: BOA Editions, Ltd., 2001. Poetry Foundation. Web. 25 July 2011.




Which structure is used in this excerpt from the poem “Little Father”?


haiku

free verse

iambic

ode