숲에 관한 기억 (Memories of a Wood)

By | 6 August 2011

How did you come to me?
You did come, didn’t you?
Like a raindrop stirring up dry earth?
Like a puddle of rainwater?
Like a butterfly’s damp wings?
I walked beside you toward the woods, didn’t I?
Did we kiss in the shadow of flowers?
Did the woods grow more crimson with our warmth?
Did you hear
the sound of thousands of bees shaking their wings in unison?
What should we call that entrancing buzzing?
Love is a buzzing?
You did say that, laughing, didn’t you?
That wood was really there, wasn’t it?
 
But what became of all those buzzing bees?
The flowers, and you, where are you?
I have not yet managed to come back to myself, you know.

This entry was posted in 35.2: OZ-KO (HANGUK-HOJU) and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Related work: