Poet Park Jin-gwan's 53 Prophetic Knowledge 21st.1 April 19 The Sound of Spring Coming
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The earth is the land that nurtures nature that avoids death and revives. The world that puts me to sleep on such a land is the body of a truly sad day. To live in the name of poetry is to protect me,
What has been given to me is a poem of hope. And the people you meet are longing for life, it is meeting that gives birth to longing, it is love that must have meeting, people exist for love. ,
April 19 The sound of spring coming
the sound of spring coming
When I open the prose door and hear it, I
go on the way
Spring doesn't hold me
to go freely
don't even order
Missing the woman in spring is
A warm body on a shivering night in winter
Giving me the opportunity to sleep with my body in my arms
Spring awakens me from a deep slumber,
I could dive into that deep river
In that deep river I knew
Today, when high priests listen to Dharma sermons in Buddhist halls, they sometimes hear Dharma sermons about the elements discussed in physics. Whenever that happens, anger arises because it is the duty of a high priest to summarize and explain the Dharma preached by Buddha. It seems like he doesn't even know how to do it. It would make chickens laugh at such an old monk giving a sermon on physics.
land of april
The land of April is a day to go to sleep in sorrow
Like azaleas blooming all over the mountain
The land to lead the red body to
Do you want to throw taffy here?
The legend that democracy lives on blood
I thought that such a legend would come down to this land
It is not something that no one knew.
Resisting Japan during the colonial era, without a name
It should be seen that the spirits of the dead have returned.
Without them, the body that rises in front of the muzzle
You should know that you can't be.
What I was given was what I studied in Japan and returned to.
It's not like I came back from studying in England.
By establishing a framework created by the West,
By saying Joseon was independent, everything
It is the movement of American slaves who were exploited.
He said he would pull them all out
There are countless weeds in the field.
I don't have the strength to kill those weeds
I fell to the ground and groaned.
Bodies trying to heal properly
I was crushed by a stone wall that collapsed at once
Trampling on the fact that it is under the stone wall is’
Even if I ask who I learned it from, there is no answer
As if falling asleep in death, with a gun
He shot through the human heart.
They are dying, in the land of April
gone out like a lamp before the wind,
April's Grave
always sad
looking at the flowers in the field
cries like a squirrel,
I have a place to visit when April comes.
There are people who were shot dead by Syngman Rhee.
A day to think what to say to them
In my childhood, my elementary school teacher taught me about our great presidential decree.
When I remember that I proudly won first place after being asked to write a poem,
A heart that needs to be vomited, even now, on its face and weeping
Since remembering that day, I've been sad about myself
reflect on my body
Write a letter of repentance for me.
They said that if you win first place, you will be given a tour of Seoul.
That year, students woke up and gave me the opportunity to tour Seoul.
The ideological space that was lost in the moment is given to me
From one point of view, it is a sad phenomenon
Is there only one thing given to me?
It's to keep me right
bloody april
Even the arrogant principal cries
The teacher who did not discover his self
I went back to my carpenter's job.
Looking at the flowers blooming in the field in April
Thinking of friends who have been infinitely swept away
While painting the pain that makes my heart cry
While creating a poem about what causes blood to be shed'
Thinking of the poems of poets who sang Han in Joseon
Embracing the flowers that have fallen on the ground
A land where blood will never be shed again
Make a vow to bloom in that land,
April 19, 2023