Celebrated Korean poems
Seo Jeong-ju (1915 - 2001) Translated by Brother Anthony
The path my love took is speckled with tears. Playing his flute, he began the long journey to western real ms, where azalea rains fall. Dressed all in white son eat, son eat, my love' s journey' s too long, he' ll never return.
I might have tressed shoes or sandals of straw woven strand by strand with al lours ad story. Cutting off my poor hair with a silver blade, I might have used that to we ave sandals for him.
In the weary night sky, as silk lanterns glow, a bird sings laments that it can not contain, refreshing its voice in the Milky Way' s me anders; eyes closed, intoxicated with its own blood. My dear, gone to heaven' s end alone!