My Heart Is Kim Dongmyeong (1900-1968) My heart is a lake, Please row a boat hither. Embracing your white shadow, like a jade, I shall shatter at your gunwale. My heart is candlelight, Please close yonder door. Trembling at your silk skirt, serenely, I shall flare without leaving a single last drop. My heart is … Continue reading
A Fall Mail Carrier Song Myungho (1938-2007) A wind, who delivers a dry leaf letter, is a fall mail carrier. What is written on a yellow ginkgo leaf? Who has sent a maple leaf that looks like a pretty hand? If we hark back to nostalgic thoughts and the faces of childhood friends, let’s … Continue reading
Worried about Mom Ki Hyongdo (1960-1989) My mom, gone to a market With thirty bunches of radishes on her head, Does not return; it’s long been since the sun withered. Placed like cold rice in the room, However slow I do my homework, Mom doesn’t return. Trudge, trudge, footsteps like a cabbage leaf— I can’t … Continue reading
Classroom with a View of the Sea 10 – Cleaning Window Jeong Ilgeun (1958-) It’s truly clear: A sheet of glass window Which has been tenderly cleaned by Yeol, Yeol, Who can barely write his name Remote shoreline and loving brother islands, A sheet of autumn sea That is dazzling as it is Ah, Over … Continue reading
Chimney Yun Dongju From the short chimney of a mountain hut, why does smoke curl up in the middle of the day? It’s from baking potatoes. Blinking their black eyes, bachelors gather around and tell one old story for one potato, as they darken their lips with charcoal. From a short chimney of a … Continue reading
For You Kim Namjo (1927-) My night prayer is long and repeats one thing. To open eyes quietly is an unbelievable much of prayer. My dear, a bright soul who is thoroughly filled only with freshly bloomed light. Generous love, which I could not attain even when I let down my black hair and lie … Continue reading
In this post, I decided to use translation that is not my own. If you want to check where the translation comes from, click here and here. I will further introduce the website at the end of the post. Lake 1 A face Can take shelter Deep in two hands, But the longing heart, Large as a lake- … Continue reading
For “New Spring 1-8,″ click here New Spring 9 Kim Jiha (1941-present) Watching cherry blossoms falling, I like a green pine. Because I like a green pine, I even like cherry blossoms. 1994 (Translated by Jido Ahn, December 2015) learn more about the poet: Kim Jiha (1941-) 새봄 9 김지하 (1941~) 벚꽃 지는 걸 보니 푸른 솔이 좋아. … Continue reading
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