Suji Kwock Kim Poems

None of the streets here has a name,
but if I'm lost
tonight I'm happy to be lost.
Ten million lanterns light the Seoul avenues
for Buddha's Birthday,
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After Ko Un

In the village it's the season of dried grass,
the smell of   burned dirt,
gaslight glinting through blackened stubble.
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If the angle of an eye is all,
the slant of hope, the slant of dreaming, according to each life,
what is the light of this city,
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I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
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