This Is A Poem Without Mothers (이것은 어머니들이 없는 시다)

22 May 2011

The alarm in the morning is made of rubber
invents the day around it like a drum. Leonard Cohen.

Um. The alarm in the morning is made of stones
we unearthed near a horse. My father, smoking a cigar.

The drip in the tap is the colour of moss. It drips five
six. Again, I taste rust wake nicotine – my grandfather.

A faucet, digital alarm clock, green, ripe olive
porcelain awakening. Rare fish skit, arc. Robert Hass.

This is a poem without mothers.

아침에 울리는 알람은 고무로 만들었다
그 주위로 북처럼 하루를 만들어라. 레오나드 코헨.

음. 아침에 울리는 알람은 돌로 만들었다
우리가 말 옆에서 파낸. 시가를 피우시는, 나의 아버지.

수도꼭지에서 떨어지는 물은 이끼의 색이다. 다섯 방울
여섯 방울쯤 떨어진다. 나는 녹 흔적 니코틴의 맛을 느낀다 – 나의 할아버지.

수도꼭지, 디지털 알람 시계, 녹색의 잘 익은 올리브색의
잠을 깨우는 도자기. 희귀한 물고기 떼, 원호모양의. 로버트 하스.

이것은 어머니들이 없는 시다.

 
 

Hangul translation by 김재현 (Kim Gaihyun)





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Luke Beesley

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Luke Beesley was born in Brisbane and is a poet, musician and artist. His third poetry collection, New Works on Paper, was recently published by Giramondo. His band New Archer plays regularly in Melbourne where he now lives.



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One Response to This Is A Poem Without Mothers (이것은 어머니들이 없는 시다)

  1. susie says:

    this is wonderful. so wonderful – what a strong opening

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