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“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 upand scattered, I want to build up a home.Lay down rafters, nail down a roof, fasten on a door.But I could hardly say what use it is,except that…