dried sweet gum pod
Due to my recent eye surgery, I have been falling back on older work to satisfy the photography updates for Sundry Folly. This image was taken in December 2008 in Allentown, Pennsylvania on Christmas Day. I was walking in my parent’s neighborhood and stopped when I noticed this beautiful and intricate sweet gum pod.
7:18 am
a cold wet nose grazes my knuckles
as our leading lady willingly waits in the wings
gowned in glistening gold, she makes a brilliant entrance
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
sundry folly 