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)

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