Category: Poetry

Hwang In-Sook (황인숙)

“River” by Hwang In-Sook

Don’t open up to me about how lonely you are, how burdened you are, how much you want to go crazy, how sane you are,about the bugs in your heart, the moths in your wardrobe,...

Hwang Dong-Kyu (황동규)

“Small Love Song” by Hwang Dong-Kyu

I received a letter which held yesterday. The path that had always trailed behind you suddenly disappeared and everything that wasn’t the path went with it. Scattered stones which played with us as kids hide away their faces. I...

Ki Hyeong-Do (기형도)

“Jealousy is My Strength” by Ki Hyeong-Do

After much time has passed, a weak bookmark will make these pages fall. In the past, my heart filled so many booklets. Foolish, but there was much to write. I was anxious in the open...

Heo Yeong-Ja (허영자)

“Lover” by Heo Yeong-Ja

Gaze secretly downwards on clear days through clearness on rainy days through rain in dew in flowers in the morning star… my love in all creation it is you I see.   그윽히 굽어보는 눈길...

Hwang Yoon-Sook (황윤숙)

“To Loneliness” by Hwang Yoon-Sook

Some poets, on seeing a wheel, want to roll. Some painters, on seeing a flat surface lifted up, want to walk along inside it. Me, on seeing worn planks raised up and scattered, I want...

Jeong Il-Geun (정일근)

“Classroom with an Ocean View” by Jeong Il-Geun

So clear. Heat hardly knows to write anything but my name. In the window cleaned so kindly, a distant shoreline and an island—it’s tender brother. Something drawn by heat so thoughtfully for eyes chilled by...

Heo Yeong-Ja (허영자)

“To the Leafless Tree” by Heo Yeong-Ja

The dark night fills with fear, but… The frigid winter is even worse, but.. Tree, O shivering tree, stripped of all your clothes, As joy comes at the end of a test, once the darkness...

Heo Yeong-Ja (허영자)

“Rainy Days” by Heo Yeong-Ja

Rainy days, I’m reminded of my youth. That period where my heart stood like a tree woefully drenched in the rain. Rainy days, I’m reminded of my youth. A vague rain over a field of...

Jeong Ho-Seung (정호승)

“Leaves, Too, Have Their Bruises” by Jeong Ho-Seung

Leaves, too, have their bruises. Petals, too, have their bruises. Walking across a field with you and sitting to watch the changing evening colors, leaves filled with bruises waved their hands. It is the petals...