"Wind Burial 27" by Hwang Tong-gyu
- onOctober 27, 2015
- Vol.29 Autumn 2015
- byHwang Tong-gyu
Wind Burial 27
When I leave this world
I'll take my two hands, two feet, and my mouth.
I'll take my dim eyes, too, carefully covering them with my lids.
But I'd rather leave my ears,
Ears keen to catch the sound of late night rain
As it gives its arm to autumn’s shoulder.
Ears that know which autumn tree stands in rain
Only by listening
Will be left.