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Central Park, October, 2017 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...

Poetry  Lee Si-young Like an arrow that goes through air and sticks to the target, its whole body quivering. If only my language could go through the wind and touch someone’s heart and enter it deeply, shaking hard. Like a seed fire, or l...

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...