Baeg-Nyun, Kang
The thin rains are drizzling and dousing here
And there, the courtyard and cottage
Only the rooster, crying near,
The low wall, shivering in the cold.
Waking in the morning no affairs, because
I'm living in a remoted village
On the southern window, just I pause
And lean, the blue hill, I behold.
(Jan.,17th,2024, Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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