Yearly Archive: 2013

Ha Jae-Yeon (하재연)

“Life of My Own” by Ha Jae-Yeon

My eyes are my own. Each flutter of my lashes, my freedom. Turning my head to look upon, my freedom. My hands, my own. Whether smoking a cigarette or extinguishing one, that’s my freedom. Overflowing...

Na Hee-Deok (나희덕)

“And the Birds, They Fly” by Na Hee-Deok

Birds flew by with hearts between their beaks. Outside the window, a quiet calm. Inside, I’m sitting on a washer. A plate seated in front of me holding an apple, peeled and bitten, which moments...

tree in the rain

“Trees” by Moon Yeon-Joo

Trees, even when it rains or snows, remain as always. But I can’t forget their emotionless faces. They are just too serious.   나무는 비가 와도 눈이 와도 그대로 있다 나무는 그래도 진지한 표정을 잊지 않는다...

Heo Eun-Shil (허은실)

“When the Waters Come” by Heo Eun-Shil

Water beetles hold their breath against the wind. Waters swell. The moon exhales deeply. Murmurings rise like running waters up to my eyebrows — and are quiet. As animals crawl out of conch shells, there...

Kim Hye-Soon (김혜순)

“Birthday” by Kim Hye-Soon

When I open my eyes in the morning, the bed is full of thorns. When I listen to music, thorns gush out of the speakers. When I walk, thorns pour out in piles beneath my...

kids seated beneath a tree

“Lying in the Breeze” and “Reed” by Lee Ji-Soo

Lying in the Breeze I felt the sky. A breeze blowing coolly, trees gently rustling. I ride a cloud and feel the sky.   Reed Walking through the grass, reeds sway softly, shake. It seems...

Kim Seon-Woo (김선우)

“Fallen Leaves, First Love” by Kim Seon-Woo

1 If at the edge of a dizzying cliff you’re pacing in the face of the wind, I won’t call out to you. Clinging to your collar, I won’t be an overbearing noise. What could...

Ahn Do-Hyeon (안도현)

“Railroad” by Ahn Do-Hyeon

Go not alone but together. Walk not ahead nor behind but in step. At distance that cannot compare to the amount of our tender longing. Live calling each other’s names. Until the day you reach...

Kim Myeong-In (김명인)

“And It Grows Darker” by Kim Myeong-In

Whether promising or obscuring, there’s an awful glow, I know, for anyone, which piles higher than the polar lights. On this bank, a disappearing overpass, a disappearing river. On the other, I see a willow...