Monday, January 15, 2018


    --after Yun Dongju

That summer day
passionate poplars swayed
with arms reaching open
to caress 
the blue bosom of the sky.
A narrow point of earth in the shadow of a boiling sun.

Under a sky draped like curtains from heaven
rowdy showers and lightning,
pulled by dancing clouds
fled southward,
the wide blue sky stretched
summoning a round moon and wild geese

A full young heart rides the wings of idealism.
On this day of yearning
he mocks the tears of withering autumn.

--tr. Duane Vorhees

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