28 August, 2011

Kang Gangwol:

Late one night, alone, unsleeping,
I heard the wild geese cry.
Raising more wick to flame,
I continued my turning.

Then low, heavy sounds of rain
made me feel dimmer, farther away.
Petals rained from the pear trees
as I cried within my arms to him.
Now that the fall wind takes the leaf,
does he keep me a place within?

My dreams range the miles to him
and return weary of travel.
Everything you do, everything
you don't do, deceives.
When I love, I make you
my enemy.

But the words you spoke
keep themselves within me.

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