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POETRY

Wind

  • onApril 20, 2015
  • Vol.27 Spring 2015
  • byKim Nam Jo
Selected Poems of Kim Namjo
Tr. David R. McCann and Hyunjae Yee Sallee
1993
140pp.

 

The wind is blowing.
Where the wind blows
to the end of the world
I would follow.

Sunlight:
you nourish
the soft-skinned fruit,
but it is the wind that whispers
round the borders of the orchard,
almost but not quite the lonely
whistler.

Those without a place
to hold them in this life
may have been the winds
of a previous life.
Wearing coat and hat, the winds
may have come to visit.

Fond of the wind, I would go
as the winds go.
They go together,
and though they part,
one goes ahead and waits.
That is what I like
best in the winds.
When the wind blows
I would go with it.
Where it goes, far and far away
I would be its bride.