[Web Exclusive] A Poetry Reading by Poet Shin Yong-mok "Community"
- onSeptember 2, 2019
- byKorean Literature Now
May I use the dead person’s name? Since he’s dead,
may I take his name? Since I gained one more name today
the number of my names keeps increasing, soon I’ll have all death’s register.
Might I be called Heaven and Hell?
where the man’s name is being erased from the lips of the woman being soaked in rain, prayers also have lost their way and like the petals being washed away on the floor, now they are being carried a few steps stuck to your shoes . . .
I will reply to every falling petal.
If at last, the collector of death,
even after searching all through the sodden village, is unable to find a welcome so comes to me requesting sleep,
a kettle of cold water
and one dry towel,
I can ask, with a voice climbing up the body’s creaking stairs:
What more do you need?
But probably I will ask nothing,
fearing it might want something
like a chorus of flowers resonating then stopping in a garden, in the vestibule’s black umbrella
above shoulders . . . like raindrops
Low eaves, window panes, stretched out hands
As it takes oblivion’s pulse
says: I want to see him . . . want to see him . . .
it might cry.
Then I’ll indicate far off extinguished time and hand over his name like a lamp
in a completely empty register.
I fear I’ll probably remain alone. Floating like the sound of a flushing cistern in an empty room lent without the owner knowing
Soul of water known as cloud, bringing into reality the thunder and lightning growing inside my body
In order to steal your name.
Come to think of it, death seems to have planted eyes in me, the stone that took away your name is being rained on.
Ears have been added, like rain reading your name above a stone.
Blending Heaven and Hell, am I allowed to be soaked?
all the petals tapping on death, like the red lips of that woman leaving the garden, are praying for me . . .
and here too
If life is possible, just as rain stops and rainbows emerge only when summoned,
if love is possible,
may I give my name to the dead person? May I call a person by my name, once he’s dead?
translated by Brother Anthony of Taize