“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…
Some poets, on seeing a wheel, want to roll.Some painters, on seeing a flat surface lifted up,want to walk along…
So clear.Heat hardly knows to writeanything but my name. In the windowcleaned so kindly, a distantshoreline and an island—it’s tender…
The dark nightfills with fear, but… The frigid winteris even worse, but.. Tree, O shivering tree,stripped of all your clothes,…
Rainy days,I’m reminded of my youth.That period where my heart stood like a treewoefully drenched in the rain. Rainy days,I’m…
Grass, too, has its bruises.Petals, too, have their bruises.Walking across a field that I used to walk with you,I sit…
On the mountains flowers bloom.Flowers bloom.Through autumn, spring, and summer,flowers bloom. On the mountains,On the mountains,flowers bloom.Each one as alone…
Among a multitude of stars,one stares down at me.Among a multitude of people,I stare up at that one star.As the…
Mother, sister, let’s live by the riverside.Golden sand sparkling among the garden grass.The song of reeds beyond the back door.Mother,…