Comments about Junyup Kim
The Eternal Quest For Eternity
Since when no bloom bee has brought,
Since when no root rain has revived,
Swirling slowly in strangury, love is suffocated.
Yet do I sense assimilation of the selves,
Yet do I sense debacle of the self,
Shriveling swiftly in shivering, I am severed.
Defoliators toil punctual fall wounds, deafened;
Yet do I hear clearer heart’s pith,
Surely the eternal quest for a true love is not forgotten?