Han Something like the persimmon tree? Ripening in the sad evening glow, The tree where the fruits of my heart’s love Ripen. With room to spread in the next world only, Still it looms behind the one I was thinking of, Falling down from above her head. It may yet become the fruit Of her overwhelming grief That she wished to plant In the yard of her house. Or would she understand If I said it was all my sorrow, All my hope from a previous life, The color of that fruit? Or did that person too Live in sorrow through this world? That I do not know, I do not know. From Pak Chae-sam’s 1960 collection of poems, “Chunhyang’s Mind” Poet Pak Chae-sam (1933-1997) has been credited with putting a wide range of human emotions into his poems, using creative, succinct and emotional words. His collection of poems, “Enough to Say It’s Far,” recently published in English, is the one collection of his that compiles into poetic words all the realizations and sympathy that on...
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