Spring. Everything's liberated.
The news of flowers
eases the poverty of this world.
Throughout this fractured country
(some say it's a pity,
others not so)
spring has come full force.
An azalea blooming at Cheju Island
in the very south,
after a few days
across the sea
in Southern Cheolla
& Southern Kyeongsang.
A few days later
& it reaches the shore of the Han, mid-country,
& all along the Soyang River.
About a month later
on the upper reaches of the Yalu, North Korea: blossoms.
At the end of May
about 2700 meters up
by a cold spring at the treeline
azaleas bloom in many colors.
This is enough.
One cannot wish for more.
Where could things be better than among the flowers of a spring day?
So with South & North: gradually, evenly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem