Ko Un Poems
|3.||Around Unmun Temple At Ch'Eongdo||8/6/2014|
|5.||New Year's Day||8/6/2014|
|11.||If May Passes By Forgotten||8/6/2014|
|15.||A Long Night||8/6/2014|
|17.||The News Of Flowers||8/6/2014|
|18.||Keumgang-Gul / Diamond Cave||8/6/2014|
|21.||The Snow Path||8/6/2014|
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The Snow Path
Now I am gazing
at the snow path that covers up what has passed.
After wandering through the whole winter,
I am gazing at this foreign territory.
The scene of snow
falls in my heart for the first time.
The world is at the edge of meditation,
a world covered with exuberant peace
no country that I have traveled has ever seen.
I am gazing at the invisible movements of all things.
What is the sky where the snow is falling?
Listening closely, through the falling snow,
I hear the grand earth's confession.
I can hear for the first time.
My heart is the snow ...
I'm utterly helpless.
I'll just have to swallow my spit
and adversity, too.
A distinguished visitor deigns to visit
my tiny, north-facing cell.
Not the chief making his rounds, no.
As evening falls, a ray of sunlight.
A gleam no bigger than a crumpled postage stamp.