Sunstroke Poem by Kim Hyesoon

Get submerged
Get submerged in the blazing sun
Get submerged in the rippling blazing sun
Hear something as I get submerged in the rippling blazing sun
Hear something then don't hear then hear again as I get submerged in the rippling blazing sun
It's like the voice of someone confessing while shaking softly boiling sand
It's the voice I have wanted to hear for a thousand years
Hear something then don't hear then hear again then don't again as I get submerged in the rippling blazing sun
Lie down
Lie down on the floor of the blazing sun
Lie down on the cold floor of the blazing sun
It is so hot that the cold floor of the blazing sun sweats
The sweat of the cold floor of the blazing sun is like a knife blade
Among the knife-like drops of sweat from the cold floor of the blazing sun the tiny knives that are barely visible beat against my ears
The sound of knocking on the eardrums doesn't tear the eardrums that are about the tear
The faraway beating sound comes from faraway, faraway like an echo
Let me in, let me in, let me in the sound is so faint that it pleads with its needle-like hands
As eyes open a flock of crows darts out from my ears their beaks poke at my pupils