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An Autumn Day Lee Si-young A dragonfly sat on the end of a persimmon branch and dozed off all day. Even with wind, it did not shake; even with a cold rain smacking the branch, it did not move over. When I quietly approached it, I was startl...

Vincent van Gogh, The Potato Eaters (Dutch: De Aardappeleter), 1885, Van Gogh Museum To the Poor Person Chung Ho-seung Today again, for you I hung a lamp outside the window. Today again, I couldn’t wait for you any longer, and I hung a hear...

Dandelions Li Chong-dŏk On a green rice field footpath As if strewn about Dandelions bloom in yellow How lovely they are! I plucked one blossom and took it to my mouth It reminds me Of the spring aroma of the lunch Mother carried out when I...

Analogue Shin Dal-ja A door of the latest brand opens smoothly with a password. Even this is not urbane enough. The top of the line door that opens immediately, saying yes, yes if only you put your fingerprints upon it gently. Even this is ...

The Stars are Warm Chung Ho-seung The sky has eyes. I don’t have to be afraid. When in dark, dark winter I walk on the snow-covered barley field and meet the night without dawn, the stars rising above the sky of my poverty are warm. To me t...