Category: Poetry

Kim So-Yeon (김소연)

“Fortunate Things” by Kim So-Yeon

Rain is falling. When rain falls, I take out my cardigan from the closet to put on; when I wear my cardigan, I place my hands in the pockets; when I place my hands in...

Park Sang-Soon (박상순)

“Me, You” by Park Sang-Soon

I wish that you didn’t get angry watching a stream, even when it rises to overflow its banks. I wish that I wasn’t afraid of coming across a cat in the night, that even if...

Moon Jeong-Hee (문정희)

“To Someone” by Moon Jeong-Hee

I’ve come here avoid somebody, yet here I am missing someone. Somebody, who are you? Stars crawl out and fill the night sky, resting their warmth against a cold body. They call out a name....

Hwang In-Sook (황인숙)

“Sad Patriarch” by Hwang In-Sook

Thumb, index finger, middle finger. As you stare at your three outstretched fingers, I tell you that you’re making the face of someone about to cry. Your chest is torn in sadness, and because of...

Kang Seong-Eun (강성은)

“If That Too is Love” by Park Ra-Yeon

Even though they call softly, soon in every moonlit alley I hang my everything on flowers recognizing someone like witnesses and blooming radiantly Because my entire body is a pupil Because flowers are the best...

Kang Seong-Eun (강성은)

“Only Just a Little Strange” by Kang Seong-Eun

Still lost in some thought, nameless and without symptoms, I stop. And coming back to my senses, see a world in motion. Like a disease that is only just a little strange.Like a sleep that...

Hwang In-Sook (황인숙)

“Love’s Wasteland” by Hwang In-Sook

In the morning paper, a face happened upon suddenly. After seeing it, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, tak, my heart’s stings as if cut with a knife. The moment I saw a friend long dead...

Na He-Deok (나희덕)

“Dry Fish” by Na Hee-Deok

Let’s stay in the darkness a while longer, you said. We don’t know if this is love, you thought.But the moment your body reached my hand I knew it was from fear. You, a dry fish...

Kim Myeong-Ri (김명리)

“House of Memory” by Kim Myeong-Ri

The sound of falling rain grows outside the door. There’s no reason for anyone to visit a house perched on a mountainside this late at night—a well-timed downpour between two mountains—and still as the light...