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POETRY

Snow

  • onAugust 3, 2016
  • Vol.32 Summer 2016
  • byShin Kyeong-nim
2008

 

 

On the day my body ends its stay on earth
I will race out at full speed
from the body that held me captive
from the dark and stifling prison.

Stick to a tree and become a leaf
hang from a branch and become a flower, then
seep into the ground as water and soar in midair as wind.
I’ll be a bird and fly up to the Big Dipper, to Scorpio,
and into air scatter whitely in powdered silver.

I will not be sad. Even if my dreams in this world
leave nothing on earth but the trace of a tear
even if in the end, whatever those dreams were
is all forgotten when the time comes.

 


Translated by Sophie Bowman