＜Acacia Flowers＞ 생존의 절박함 - 윤동재 시인의 ＜아카시아 꽃＞

[김문철]

Acacia Flowers

By D.J. YOON

You may call it acacia flowers

Not for my family, though.

A hundred beehives,

This is all about my family property

We need to gather honey from acacia flowers

To survive well for another tough year.

You may recall the song singing

White acacia flowers blowing in the wind

This is not the song for my family, though.

Acacia flowers should not be blown away by the wind.

Not under any circumstances.

You may call it acacia flowers

Not for my family, though

As acacia flowers is a rice field for us.

아카시아 꽃

-윤동재

우리 식구들에게는

아카시아 꽃은

꽃이 아닙니다.

벌통 백 개가 전 재산인 우리 식구들

아카시아 꿀을 많이 따야

한 해 잘 보낼 수 있습니다.

우리들이 즐겨 부르는 노래에

아카시아 흰 꽃이 바람에 날리는

하는 것이 있지만

우리 식구들에게는

아카시아 흰 꽃이 바람에 날려선 안됩니다.

절대로 안 됩니다.

우리 식구들에게는

아카시아 꽃은

논밭입니다.

Appreciation Review 感想

The poet said:

“If enlightenment in your heart overflows, naturally comes writing. If so, it emits a natural, vibrant glow without having to make any effort to make it beautiful.”

These are the words of Hyegang Choi Han-ki.

I am writing poetry while keeping these words in mind.

This is a poem for children, though in the poem a children's song is quoted; in fact, the poem is full of desperation for survival.

The children's song includes part of the lyric white acacia flowers blowing in the wind, but, for the survival of my family in this poem, acacia flowers must not be blown by the wind.

Not under any circumstances.

As for me, it feels even despair, beyond desperation.

I never thought that acacia flowers would have the metaphor of a rice field.

A rice field has the same meaning to a farmer as acacia flowers have to my family.

I promise to buy and taste honey from acacia flowers more often from now on.

Children’s Song <Hometown> (Lyrics by Seok-jung Yoon)

How far is my hometown from here

At the end of the blue sky is it over there

White acacia flowers blowing in the wind

Even in my hometown, cuckoos would be crying by now

#동시  #동요  #아카시아꽃  #아카시아꿀  #절박함

[김문철]

시인은 말했습니다.

“가슴 속에 깨달음이 넘치면 절로 글이 이루어진다. 이렇게 되면 구태여 아름답게 꾸미려고 하지 않아도 자연 살아 움직이는 빛을 발한다.”

혜강 최한기의 말이다. 나는 이 말을 늘 마음에 새기면서 시를 쓰고 있다.

[푸른솔]

감사합니다