Poem
Kim Hyesoon
HORIZON
Who drew it –The horizon
The crack between land and sky?
Through it, an evening spills red blood.
Who drew it –
The line between my upper and lower eyelids?
My body is divided: the vastness of inner and outer skin.
Between them, an evening floods with tears.
Can wounds run into other wounds?
I open my eyes and sunset rushes in.
Wound meets wound.
Rivers of red water pour out endlessly
And a door closes in the dark: the exit with your name.
Who divided them –
The white day and the black night?
She is a hawk by day.
He is a wolf by night.
Inside the crack, the evening we met
Scrapes like a blade.
© Translation: 2015, Vanessa Falco
지평선
지평선
누가 쪼개놓았나저 지평선
하늘과 땅이 갈라진 흔적
그 사이로 피물이 번져 나오는 저녁
누가 쪼개놓았나
윗눈꺼풀과 아랫눈꺼풀 사이
바깥의 광활과 안의 광활로 내 몸이 갈라진 흔적
그 사이에세 눈물이 솟구치는 저녁
상처만이 상처와 서로 스밀 수 있는가
두 눈을 뜨자 닥쳐오는 저 노을
상처와 상처가 맞닿아
하염없이 붉은 물이 흐리고
당신이란 이름의 비상구도 깜깜하게 닫히네
누가 쪼개놓았나
흰낮과 검은밤
낮이면 그녀는 매가 되고
밤이 오면 그가 늑대가 되는
그 사이로 칼날처럼 스쳐 지나는
우리 만남의 저녁
© 2008, Kim Hyesoon
From: 당신의 첫 (Your first)
Publisher: Moonhak kwa Jisung-sa, Seoul
From: 당신의 첫 (Your first)
Publisher: Moonhak kwa Jisung-sa, Seoul
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HORIZON
Who drew it –The horizon
The crack between land and sky?
Through it, an evening spills red blood.
Who drew it –
The line between my upper and lower eyelids?
My body is divided: the vastness of inner and outer skin.
Between them, an evening floods with tears.
Can wounds run into other wounds?
I open my eyes and sunset rushes in.
Wound meets wound.
Rivers of red water pour out endlessly
And a door closes in the dark: the exit with your name.
Who divided them –
The white day and the black night?
She is a hawk by day.
He is a wolf by night.
Inside the crack, the evening we met
Scrapes like a blade.
© 2015, Vanessa Falco
From: 당신의 첫 (Your first)
From: 당신의 첫 (Your first)
HORIZON
Who drew it –The horizon
The crack between land and sky?
Through it, an evening spills red blood.
Who drew it –
The line between my upper and lower eyelids?
My body is divided: the vastness of inner and outer skin.
Between them, an evening floods with tears.
Can wounds run into other wounds?
I open my eyes and sunset rushes in.
Wound meets wound.
Rivers of red water pour out endlessly
And a door closes in the dark: the exit with your name.
Who divided them –
The white day and the black night?
She is a hawk by day.
He is a wolf by night.
Inside the crack, the evening we met
Scrapes like a blade.
© 2015, Vanessa Falco
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