시베리아 혹한만을 말하지 말자
시베리아 폭염 속
썩어버린 잉어가시 하얗게 빛나더라
-고은
Let’s not speak only of Siberia’s bitter cold.
Inside of a Siberian heat wave
bones of rotten carp gleamed white.
-Ko Un
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Unfortunately, I fell behind on my Ko Un translation project this week due to my eye surgey; I hope to finish the book by the end of next week. This is poem 157 from Flowers of a Moment, which is a small volume of poetry by Korean author Ko Un that I am currently translating into English.
Behind this stony mask I see
a man of worth resides in sin.
I think I hear a silent plea
behind this stony mask I see
and now it falls in front of me
so that forgiveness can begin.
Behind this stony mask I see
a man of worth resides in sin.
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This is my first time trying Triolet form – I think that this one is a little rough around the edges.
two kindly faces
tote potent anesthesia
drifting off to sleep
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Yesterday I had surgey to correct an imbalance in my eye muscles; it was my first time experiencing general anesthesia.
Abbot
Owens owns a
teeny tan tame rabbit;
how pleasant to have an ally
so nigh!
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Try and say the first three lines five times fast! 😉 I come out with “teeny tam tame” or “teeny tan tane” almost every time.
첫 빗방울
툭 떨어지며 후박나무 잎사귀
깨어난다
이어서
이 잎사귀도
저 잎사귀도
-고은
when the first raindrops fall
silver magnolia leaves awaken
one at a time
this leaf
and that leaf too
-Ko Un
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This is poem 145 from Flowers of a Moment, which is a small volume of poetry by Korean author Ko Un that I am currently translating into English.
The leaves are falling quickly now
in hues of royal gold
and as I dream beneath this bough
my naked nose turns cold.
Last night I dreamt the dangling from the
Manhattan Bridge dream – I was Bill De Blasio
What kind of dream did you dream?
navy
fabric naps near
platinum blond wavy
hair; how those cold carob eyes spear
my cheer
구름 속 보름달이 나타난다
도둑놈이 화들짝 놀라 달아난다
개들이 놀라 짖어댄다
-고은
from behind a cloud, the full moon emerges
a thief is frightened away
startled dogs howl
-Ko Un
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This is poem 109 from Flowers of a Moment, which is a small volume of poetry by Korean author Ko Un that I am currently translating into English.
This morning close to six past eight
I placed a bagel on my plate,
then opened up my Facebook page
to see what news was all the rage.
Kate Leary had a baby boy;
she barely can contain her joy.
The selfie squad was here of course;
that gal by Ann looks like a horse!
My social justice friend is back;
for starting fights he has a knack.
It seems that Susie’s Grandma died.
I read her post and nearly cried.
Joe’s breakfast bowl looks so delish,
I wonder if that’s meat or fish?
Naomi’s pics are always great;
that’s all she posts at any rate.
Last night Sebastian got quite drunk
in his own words, drunk as a skunk.
Tom’s sister did a 5K run;
I gather it was lots of fun.
Jill’s birthday party is tonight
the theme this year is Rainbow Bright.
I comb my fingers through my hair
and try to think of things to share.
But on this windy autumn day
I just don’t have that much to say.
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*edited after initial posting
sundry folly 