KIM MY¢¨ONG-IN

Silence

 
The long alley is observing the night

as it flows like a river into the dusk.

For a long while I rowed my boat into that turmoil

out into the middle of the stream, but the river

abruptly changed its direction, erased its path

and finally I have come back with my eddies pushed inside.

By day the wind swept through the acacia groves

up on the hills, so now they're in darkness


are the trees still trying to calm their top branches?

Like this question, challenging the hours of silence,

that rises so to speak in this present scene,

an image rises with one window as background :

one person walks darkly

into part of the window then vanishes from the scene

and for a while nobody else

appears in that direction . more...