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POETRY

Autumn Field

  • onJanuary 5, 2017
  • Vol.34 Winter 2016
  • byShin Dalja
Paper
2011

Look upon the autumn field
after they sow and reap three thousand times, then sow and reap another three thousand
The still of one leaf of paper grown more sensitive
Even wind sails on modestly, attired neatly
In truth, liberal mind and broad bosom with profound, patient endurance
When a proud winged creature happens to pass droppings in its flight
This paper sops it up, just as writing paper would ink water
What a charitable paper
The young moon who intended to pass over quietly finds it cannot
even take one step—despite such welcome—and halts trembling

 

Translated by Cho Young-Shil