Thursday, March 7, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

BROKEN DREAMS 
   --after Yun Dongju

The dreams opened their eyes
and peered through the deep fog.

The once-singing skylark
has flown away,

this is not the golden lawn
where we sang our spring song.

The tower has collapsed,
the red monument of the spirit --

the fingernail-inscribed marble tower --
gone now after a single evening's gale,
oh oh field of destruction,
tears and choking!

The dreams are broken
The tower is fallen.

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