Wednesday, April 25, 2018


    -- after Yun Dongju

One day the snowfall melted into water,
and the haze misted in the ashy sky,
and the mammoth locomotive -- baa-ak -- whistled out,
and my little heart pounded.

Parting, fast and pitifully, came,
My dear, 
I said Let's meet at the work site --
But before the warm taste of your hands grew cold and your tears dried away
the train's tail disappeared around the hill.

--tr. Duane Vorhees

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