Poet Park Jin-gwan's Bon 53 Seonji 19th. 17. Snowy Loess Field
snowy loess field
January is an infinitely free day
I have to endure the pain of spring coming
I have to untie the link of a long relationship
We must overcome the brutality of the harsh winter.
Looking at camellia flowers in winter
I saw a sad poet
Life speaks of a truly precious union
It is not something that denies reality as a poet.
Red camellia flowers falling to the ground
Do you hear about thunderstorms on summer days?
No matter how cold the winter, the fate to survive
It is the body of nature waiting for the spring day.
The only thing given to me is love
What can be called happiness to live in Mudeungsan
I saw hope in life at Mudeungsan Mountain and made friends
How can I forget that I met such friends?
No matter how much the blade of dictatorship prolongs
What I've been given is to sing a song to life
was to write a poem
To be a poet is to discover the self, but
‘To discover the self, it is necessary to take me as a human body.
I realized that it is to return home with a human body.
So while singing the song of life given to humans
When the night is deep, like the stars in the sky that call the night
Between the tangerine trees that call the night at night
In a forest thick with reeds, we
Write a poem to remember the past days.
Poetry, let your soul sing
singing the song of the soul
enlightenment given to me
it's only love
Grass in the loess field
Creating beauty is a natural phenomenon.
The wall where winter crosses the mountain and crosses over to Daehan
If a serpent sits coiled on the fence,
It makes me remember that it's summer, but in the red clay field
Looking at the camellia flowers falling in the wind
what is given to me
What is self and what am I?
write these philosophical poems
I looked at the camellia flower that had fallen to the ground
read a poem written by a poet
Watch out for the flu epidemic on a winter day.
In the words of the camellia flower poet that day
Suffering from a long-suffering life is poisoned all at once
Looking at the falling snow on a winter day
A monk who came to practice in Myanmar
Looking at the atrocities of the practitioner
Compassion also happens to me.
'Cause there's nothing I can do
didn't talk anymore
Compassion arises in terms of being the same practitioner.
I was thinking of who to tell
I turned to fate and entered
It is said that if there is a relationship, a foundation can be prepared
I saw the monk in my heart like that.
The sound coming from the other side of time
I hear the news that spring is definitely coming.
In Europe, I'm trembling because I'm a poor country
By the brutality of the mighty United States
The news that Europeans are going to die
In Korea, which is ringing with false news, the media
There are many people who are reporting false news as it is.
The propaganda of the faction that they do such a report in order to increase the number of views
They are admirers of military dictators
They can put a dog's tail in the mud and pull it out
There's a saying called that dog's tail, and that proverb has become popular these days.
I saw a report calling it fake media.
Those words might fit
They say the world can't really understand
That word distorts the truth,
Even those who were quick to get angry with words
As the years pass by, they are self-sufficient
But the basics remain unchanged
Poet saddened by seeing copper foil flowers fall
Only that poet can be called a true poet.
The snow that falls on days waiting for spring in winter
If only I had hung on a little longer
On the day spring comes, don't tremble
I would call it a natural look.
Camellia flowers falling on a cold windy day
you were so red
Like a fleeting body falling all over the earth
The recklessness of those who instigate war
It is sad to be called human.
January 17, 2023