Korean Poem "Like Ghosts at Play in the Water"
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Like Ghosts at Play in the Water <By Shin Yong-mok> From a distant estuary, the night is finely stitching the earth’s bursting river waters with a needle of moonlight. The wind—like ghosts at play in the water. Come now— Why is it that thoughts are seen more clearly in places unseen? Come now— The karaoke sign—where the mouth of thought bursts open to sing—fades out. --------------------- Modern Korean poetry is incredibly difficult... Elusive—half-understood, half-unknown... It seems to offer comfort, yet perhaps it doesn't... Or is it simply my own heart, startled by the surprise?