None of the streets here has a name,
but if I'm lost
tonight I'm happy to be lost.
Ten million lanterns light the Seoul avenues
for Buddha's Birthday,
...
After Ko Un
In the village it's the season of dried grass,
the smell of burned dirt,
gaslight glinting through blackened stubble.
...
If the angle of an eye is all,
the slant of hope, the slant of dreaming, according to each life,
what is the light of this city,
...
I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,
...