부드럽고 새하얀 눈이 땅에 내리는 동안 사나운 호랑이는 잔다.
호랑이가 겨울잠에서 곧 깨어날 것이기 때문에 우리는 경계를 늦추지 않아야 한다.
만약 그렇지 않다면 ~ 작고 하찮은 들쥐처럼, 우리는 틀림없이 죽게 될 것이다.
시간은 우리에게 불리하다…..
A ferocious tiger sleeps as soft and pure white snow falls to the ground.
We must be vigilant for his winter sleep will soon come to an end.
If not ~ like small and insignificant field mice, we shall surely be killed.
Time is against us…..
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*Korean translation edited for clarity by Seok Jin Wook
I ache alone in this room,
reflecting on your flight.
Spring is now in blissful bloom;
flowers feast on lofty light.
Reflecting on your flight,
shadows pass o’er my face.
Flowers feast on lofty light;
I swear away prayers of grace.
Shadows pass o’er my face.
Wise eyes are wet with woe.
I swear away prayers of grace,
underneath a lamplight’s glow.
Wise eyes are wet with woe.
Spring is now in blissful bloom.
Underneath a lamplight’s glow,
I ache alone in this room.
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This is the last in a series of three pantoums that were inspired by discarded watches which I found in my apartment’s communal glass recycling bin. I selected three from the bunch that I found to be visually interesting, and then wrote poems about what was occurring when each of the watches stopped running.
this year
unwelcome waves
washed away darlings, dear;
yea – all shall become sleepy slaves
in graves
Published in picture format because I don’t know how to keep the formatting of the poem using wordpress’s text editor.
On a mild morn in May
her fists festoon this action.
Since I cannot flee the fray,
courage seeks some traction.
Her fists festoon this action;
insults wound a thistle heart.
Courage seeks some traction,
for in a second, war shall start.
Insults wound a thistle heart;
fingers mingle in dank dirt,
for in a second war shall start;
soft soil now accosts my skirt.
Fingers mingle in dank dirt,
since I cannot flee the fray.
Soft soil now accosts my skirt
on a mild morn in May.
homegrown tomatoes
homegrown tomatoes
what would I do without homegrown tomatoes?
only two things that money can’t buy
true love
AND
homegrown tomatoes
Every day you chase after me with your 35mm
trying to reveal that which is in plain sight.
You say that you want to capture my spirit
because you find me beautiful,
but those clicks are my estate and I
refuse to divide them with you.
Tomorrow, your lens shall not find me.
fast feet
fly over floor
to a ballistic beat
as harmonious hands implore
for more
I shall sever the constricting cord that binds us in despair,
soothing our deformed hopes with mallow to console muddied blood
so that we may explore unknown horizons with unblemished hearts.
sundry folly 