Jeong Ji-Yong Poems

The place where a rill, babbling old tales,
Meanders on eastward toward the end
of a broad plain
And a mottled bull ox lows
...

The night the owl was hooting,
Big sister's words-
If you break a blue bottle
All at once, a blue sea;
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Shut my eyes and hide
If you hug up close
round the nut trees and pines,
I'll look high and low.
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When grandpa
Sticks his pipe in his mouth
And goes out into the fields
Even a bad day
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've come from burying little sister's grave
Fifteen ri beyond the glen of the Village Spirit.
I've come from planting full blooming flowers
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