Category: Poetry

Lee Kyeong-Rim (이경림)

“Marsh” by Lee Kyeong-Rim

60,000 years before my mother gives birth to me, 35,000 years before I give birth to my daughter, my daughter’s womb holds an 8,000 year-old baby and my daughter misses my baby in her womb. Each...

Hwang Dong-Kyu (황동규)

“Even Smaller Love Song” by Hwang Dong-Kyu

In part of the lotus pond a single petal plucked from a tree. How fast it falls. Falling, falling, falling still. Laid atop the water by this hand.   연못 한 모통이 나무에서 막 벗어난...

Hwang Dong-Kyu (황동규)

“Smaller Love Song” by Hwang Dong-Kyu

Still a few undying gusts of winds. A damp snow falling during the evening meal, or not snow but snow melted midair and tumbling endlessly as drops of water. Drops which, when you open your...

Moon In-Soo (문인수)

“The Long Arms of ‘I Miss You’” by Moon In-Soo

They say you’re walking the banks of a river in that country. Your small shoulders glisten like a butterfly. Though I only glimpsed from behind, the image of your return hung before my eyes, so I held out my...

Ko Un (고은)

“Love is the Lack Thereof” by Ko Un

  Was it May? June? Seokkoku stems’ blossoms had flowered. If you walked on, settling waves of white Cow Parsnips would be in bloom. A day like this—the last traces of fading sunset, a chill...

Choi Jeong-Rye (최정례)

“Thoughts, a Flock of Crows” by Choi Jeong-Rye

My night to you is midday, and your midday to me as night. Between us lie the breaking waves of the vast Pacific. Violent waves wander the dark and endless shoreline grasping at some meaning. But...

Park Hyeon-Soo (박현수)

“A Prayer for Poetics” by Park Hyeon-Soo

Grant us a speech that never needs to spread vocal cords. Let us stand in the world with the eyes of a village wind arriving unfamiliar each day. Let poetry not develop as intended and the...

Lee Soo-Myeong (이수명)

“Brought to Bend” by Lee Soo-Myeong

I’m standing at the end of a corridor. Trying not to go to you, I bent down. Towards flowers blooming on the ground. Towards the shadow of flowers in hiding, I bent down. Having been...

Lee Yeong-Gwang (이영광)

“Fifty” by Lee Yeong-Gwang

It’s been a blur, vague like the names of characters I can’t quite remember from a Russian novel I’ve read, but I am fifty. Disorienting, like an old sexual desire which eats Viagra to be...