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The Snow Path Chung Ho-seung I see someone’s footsteps that have walked on the all white snow path. They belong to a bird. Good heavens. *Translated by Dr. Chae-Pyong (“J.P.”) Song 송재평 교수 Korean Poetry in Translation ...

Spring Yun Dong-ju Spring runs within blood vessels like a stream, and on the bank near a stream forsythias, azaleas, and yellow cabbage flowers I, who have endured winter, sprout like grass Joyful robin, fly up from any furrow The blue sky...

Brooklyn Awaking in New York MAYA ANGELOU Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war, lie stretching ...

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The Snowy Night Moon Tae-jun Oh, my lover who had pure eyes; oh, the silver scales that occupied your eyes. Tonight snow falls. Oh, my poor lover who wrapped my neck with a white towel and washed my face, a sacred quiet descends upon the lo...