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Poet’s Daily Log (5)
Written by Ucheol Hyeon
A young poet who completely forget what poem is,
is standing like a bronze statue without a word beyond the mirror
because he didn’t write poem for a long long time
In there, like a world of out mirror,
It was blowing, raining, snowing, blooming
numbers of calendar that scratched him hard and passed by without thinking
Without time that I’ll look back, secret crush’s face and schoolmate’s face,
and brushing past a lot of people’s faces――
have been buried in the time that they don’t come back any longer
What brought me here like this?
oh, my sky―― oh, my earth―― oh, my sea―― answer to me
oh, my mountain―― oh, my river―― oh, my wind―― answer to me
A young poet who completely forget what poem is,
is standing without moving like a pupa in front of the poem
because he didn’t write poem for a long long time
Now a young poet meet a poem in a humble way,
and then he is born as a poet again somewhere beyond the mirror
after casting off the skin of a long long silence
(2005. 2. 2)
Copyright ⓒ Ucheol Hyeon All rights reserved
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