National Poetry Month
Rain
by Kim Chôngnan
From which heaven did you return
my bird of loneliness
the sound of building house
between flesh and flesh
without pain
A woman weeping or not weeping, leaning her head
against the window of that house
She is like me or like my elder sister
A bird--lingering bird
with wet wings
like my elder sister
like myself until dawn
Translated from Korean by Peter H. Lee
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by Kim Chôngnan
From which heaven did you return
my bird of loneliness
the sound of building house
between flesh and flesh
without pain
A woman weeping or not weeping, leaning her head
against the window of that house
She is like me or like my elder sister
A bird--lingering bird
with wet wings
like my elder sister
like myself until dawn
Translated from Korean by Peter H. Lee
This entry was originally posted at http://veleda-k.dreamwidth.org/322764.html. Please consider commenting there.