월북문인

Loneliness

The sea is covered with ice

The earth sleeps in the snow,

This 'solitude' of mine, without end,

And the place to rely on disappeared.

Behold, in the western sky

A crescent moon, red as an eyebrow,

falling, the pitch-black night

Are you wandering around and not getting off?

四季의 노래

Gob, with a basket full of wild vegetables and thoughts, carried it on his back.

Daughter of spring, who wets her feet in the first dew of life,

In the gentle breeze that bids the flowers bloom, your soft

The bud of love in my heart is now trembling.

Giving body and mind to the maddening joy, running and playing

Oh, the heart of summer, longing for an untimely drowsiness at dusk,

The intoxication of happiness, the gloomy thoughts now surround you

Make your weary "life" beautiful with endless dreams.

Autumn, quiet in meditation, with bowed head, even in the industry of colors,

The mournful melody of falling leaves whispering of decline

as if to hear, it also enters the world of a vast heart,

Everywhere, people are busy with the funeral of a 'dead heart'.

O Goddess of Venice, in white robes, lying still in winter,

Only dry poison remains, and there are no traces of tears around your eyes.

아모리 읽어진 愛人을 그립게 찾는 빗을 띄여서도

It's useless, a love that was once, has no way to come.

Drifting

I send this poem to the nameless grass drifting on the endless road of wandering.

첫 재

In the twilight sky

Oh, what a wind!

The night surrounding the white snow

It is both white and black.

At such times, the old days gone by

The beautiful young dream of my hometown

helplessly and endlessly

Cry, surrounding your body.

Second

If it's a mountain, we cross it.

telling me to cross the sea

In the boundless sky

My wandering, float and return.

On the other side of the west

Today, the crimson light of dusk

Wander and try to overcome.

Third

Oh, what shall I do, my heart

Like the clouds in the sky

Chased by an unwanted wind,

How could there be any orientation in the east, west, south, and north?

There's not even a little bit of time to rest.

Net Jae

On the horizon of wandering

A body drifting in pieces

Like fallen leaves,

Like a cloud,

Even if I'm late, I'll go

Even if I go to Bulniwo

There is no end, there is no limit.

Fifth

Ah, how sad, my loneliness,

to hold my own hand and cry alone

Even gentle solitude, for my body now,

All worn out, a loneliness without loneliness

Weep alone, secretly.

Sixth

In the dark night sky, twinkling stars,

Endless sorrow in the wandering body of tears.

Everything is useless, not even one thing,

What is life,

What is even love?

I just walk alone.

The sorrow of the Sphinx

I dedicate this poem to Yeomsangseop of Grief.

On Yawns

Yawns that come from an unbearable fatigue,

Yawns that arise from thoughts read with a sigh,

Then, soft yawns that bury 'love',

Yawns that come from being weighed down by the heavy burden of life,

And if there are still more yawns after that,

They are truly the leisurely yawns of the Buddha.

Mouth

All misfortunes enter through the mouth,

All fortunes and misfortunes arise from the mouth,

Yes, the song sung by this mouth of mine is

The bitter groans of the Malady that arises at the end of the century,

The strange breath that buries the corpse of love.

Morning Sleep

Having passed the morning in the scorching summer sun,

I rubbed my eyes and woke up,

But I am a lazy fellow with no profession,

How shall I spend the remaining half of today,

And I do not know the tomorrow that will come.

Red Kiss

Ripened red in the early autumn sun,

On the lips of a daughter, like a peach,

People build a tomb of red kisses,

And erect a monument of 'Oblivion' high, so high.

Sigh

Calling him a hateful fellow,

And resolving firmly

Not to even think of him in dreams,

Yet, suddenly, the scene of that day appears.

Truly, we got along so well then.

Calling him a fellow I didn't care for,

Believing I had forgotten everything,

No, no, while laughing,

Suddenly, the sorrow of that day arises again.

Truly, I cannot forget.

When the crimson azaleas fall

When the crimson azaleas fall,

When the azaleas of a sorrowful heart fall,

When the evening sun that stirs the soul sets,

When the darkening spring days grow late,

When the village lamps brightly cast their light,

My spirit, inexplicably, weeps alone.

How sorrowful

How sorrowful, crimson, crimson,

When the evening sun sets and darkness approaches,

The sorrow of the camel still walking in the desert,

The body of life struggling under a heavy burden.

Perhaps the desert is longed for,

Perhaps the heavy burden is joyful,

My body has grown thin because of this,

Ah, today too, the crimson evening sun.

Brand

Pusishik, pusishik...

Hello, my love,

How can you press

Such a painful and bitter

Crimson brand on another's heart?

Once branded, it cannot be fixed,

An eternal flaw will be created,

So that wound will always remain alone,

And ache with the changing seasons.

Pshhh, pshhh...

Hello, my love,

Drunk on the sweet wine of love's hot kiss,

Your heart beats fast.

To fix this palpitation,

You must press the brand until it's hot,

Then the drunkenness will clear and you'll come to your senses.

That's right, once you've been branded,

The lingering poison will always remain, reminding you.

Moon

Tonight again,

Quietly, lonely,

Walking up the same path,

Oh moon.

In the round, wide sky,

How many steps have you taken!

On your face,

So faintly,

(Look, still even now)

A smile of weariness lingers.

The Sea of Huangpu

I send this poem to my younger brother, Honggwon