The River

Dear Dr. Pyo, March, 20, 2020, Written by Sooyoung Kim

A river is calm.
On the calm river,
the water flows quietly.
We can โ€™t notice outside the river
where the water moves so fast

A small stone thrown on the calm water
It bounces out of the surface of the water.
It only creates small ripples.
 
No matter how many stones are thrown on the calm river
the water on the river flows without stopping
 
There are laughters
with the sound of water flowing by the river
๊ฐ•
ํ‘œ๋ฐ•์‚ฌ๋‹˜์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ์“ด ์‹œ, 3์›” 30์ผ 2020๋…„, ๊น€์ˆ˜์˜

๊ฐ•์ด ๊ณ ์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค
์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๊ฐ•๊ฐ€์—
์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—†์ด๋„ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๋‚ด๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ฌผ
์—ฌ๊ฐ„ํ•ด์„  ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ์›€์ง์ด๋Š” ๋ฌผ์‚ด์ด
 ๋ฌผ๋ฐ–์—์„  ๋А๊ปด์ง€์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค
 
์ž”์ž”ํ•œ ๋ฌผ์œ„์— ๋˜์ ธ์ง„ ์ž‘์€๋Œ
๋ฌผ์œ„์— ํŠ•๊ฒจ๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋ฉฐ ์ž”๋ฌผ๊ฒฐ๋งŒ ์ด๋ฅดํ‚ค๋„ค
 
๋Œ์„ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋˜์ ธ๋„
๋ฉˆ์ถ”์ง€ ์•Š๊ณ  ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ฌผ
 
๊ฐ•๊ฐ€์— ํ๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ฌผ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—
์›ƒ์Œ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค

Thought of Love (Contemporary poetry)


Written by Kang-Seok Cha, Nov 05 2024
Translated by SOOYOUNG KIM

Sky is full of dark clouds
A white and the whitest butterfly flies into the sky
The dark cloud hugs the white butterfly

The cloud starts to fall water drops finally
Soon, it will pour

Even if the butterfly gets wet
It's flying with all its strength deep and deep to the dark cloud
like it seemingly gives all its body fluids
  ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋ก 
  11/5, 2024, ์ฐจ๊ฐ•์„

๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋“ํ•œ ํ•˜๋Š˜
ํ•˜์–—๋””ํ•˜์–€ ๋‚˜๋น„๊ฐ€ ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„ ์†์œผ๋กœ
์•ˆ๊ธฐ๋“ฏ ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค

๊ธ‰๊ธฐ์•ผ, ๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์—์„œ๋Š”
๋ฌผ๋ฐฉ์šธ์ด ๋–จ์–ด์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๊ณ 
๊ตต์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ์„ธ์ฐจ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค
 
๋‚˜๋น„๋Š” ์†œ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ –์–ด๊ฐ€๋„
์ฒด์•ก๊นŒ์ง€ ์ค„ ๋“ฏ ๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ„์„ ํ–ฅํ•ด
์•ˆ๊ฐ„ํž˜์œผ๋กœ ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค

Proof of existence (contemporatory poetry)

written by Cha, Kang Seok, Oct21 2024
translated and Edited by Grace Moon

I do not know anything
I do not see anything

A light like a thread
I see it about 10 meters away

through the gap
the letters came in like jewels

I absorbed the letters
The letters also melted me

I prove my existence
with the letters I wrote.

์กด์žฌ ์ฆ๋ช…
10/21, 2024, ์ฐจ๊ฐ•์„

์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค
์–ด๋А ๊ฒƒ๋„ ๋ณด์ด์ง€ ์•Š๋Š”๋‹ค

์‹ค ๊ฐ™์€ ๋น›์ด
10์—ฌ ๋ฏธํ„ฐ ์•ž์—์„œ ๋ณด์ธ๋‹ค

๊ทธ ํ‹ˆ์œผ๋กœ
๋ณด์„์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ธ€์ž๋“ค์ด ๋“ค์–ด์™”๋‹ค

๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธ€์ž๋“ค์„ ํก์ˆ˜ํ–ˆ๊ณ 
๊ธ€์ž๋“ค๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋…น์—ฌ๋ƒˆ๋‹ค

๊ธ€์ž๋“ค์„ ํก์ˆ˜ํ•œ ๋‚˜๋Š”
๊ธ€์ž๋“ค๋กœ ์กด์žฌ์ฆ๋ช…์„ ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค
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