Question

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

Answer 1

Im pretty sure its an ode

Answer 2

I believe free verse but not positive

Answer 3

Wait wait try ode.

Answer 4

lol