The Horizon Poem by Ko Un

The Horizon



I stood facing the horizon over the East Sea.
What had become of the seventeen hundred
koan-riddles?
The sound of waves
the sound of waves.
Playing with you I threw them away.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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Ko Un

Ko Un

North Jeolla Province / South Korea
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