Some have called me sadness,
Others letting go.
Some have called me gentleman
Or where the daisies grow.
Some have called me sleep,
Others simply weep.
Some have called me home
Or are doomed to ever roam.
To me I am but me,
As simple as can be,
And those that try to plea -
Oh what a sight to see!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting read Yoon. It's the first poem of yours that I've read but will definitely be reading more of them.