내생 (My Next Life)

By | 6 August 2011

I entered the forests of Mount Seo-un. Home at last!
I breathed out a long sigh.
Shadows lay heaped on shadows.
I let go a few drunken rays of light
I had brought with me. Night fell.

In every country without fail freedom was at an end.

I also let go the past hundred years’ garbage
bit by bit.
The next morning
drops of dew were hanging in empty cobwebs.

There were too many pasts in the world. The future had shrunk.
Some of the wind outside the forest
lowered its head into the forest.
The oak-leaves are twittering like returning birds.
Looking back,
I am descended from illiterates since long ago.
Somehow,
Somehow,
I have been caught in the inescapable letters of an agglutinating language.

In my next life I will be a breathless stone
deep beneath the ground,
under a mute widow’s skeleton
and silent new corpses of several orphans covered by straw sacks.

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