A Wooden Horse And A Lady Poem by Kinsley Lee

By In-hwan, Park

To drink a cup of booze
We talk the life of the Virginia Woolf
And a lady who left riding on a wooden horse
The wooden horse abandoned his lord and ringing the bell
And left to the Autumn. The stars fall on the bottle.
The depressed star broke in my heart in slight.

But the girl, whom I knew briefly,
By the side of the grasses and trees, fostered.
The literature faded away and the life passed away
Even the truth of the love abandoned the shadow of the love and hatred
The lovely lady who ride the wooden horse doeth not seen.

The time goes and comes
Once withering in order to escape from the loneliness
Now we must say farewell
To hearing the sounds the bottle was fallen by the breeze,
And look at the pupils of an old authoress.

If it not seen the light at the light house,
For the future pessimism which I only have,
We must recall the wooden horse's wretched cry.
Even all things go away or pass away
Just to grab the dim awareness which left in the heart, only
We must hear the Virginia Woolf's mournful story.

We must drink a cup of booze with opening the eyes
Like the snake which seek for the youth in passing the chase of the two stones.
The life is not alone
But be common just like the cover of the magazine,
What are we afraid of the deplorable thing?
Are we leaving?

The wooden horse is in the air
The sounds of the bell are sloshing to rim of the ear.
The sound which the autumn winds whistle,
Is crying with choking up of which voice in my fallen alcoholic bottle.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)