Home Park Mok-wol (1915-1978) On the earth are nine pairs of shoes. Around the time a light bulb lightens, at the doorstep; no, at the storage room; no, at the home of a poet, are nine pairs of shoes in different sizes. My shoes are forty-six point eight centimeters. When I take them off beside … Continue reading
The Sun Pak Tujin (1916-1998) Rise, the sun. Rise, the sun. Rise, the fair sun in your face washed clean. Beyond the mountains, flame and wolf the darkness all night. The fair sun, in your burning, youthful face, rise. I loathe the moonlit night. I loathe the moonlit night. I loathe the moonlit night in … Continue reading
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