The Night When Counting The Stars Poem by Kinsley Lee

The seasons are passing in the air
Where the autumn is full in there.

Not I am with anxiety
Can counting all the stars in autumn, possibly.

That are impressed in my heart by ones and twos.
The reason I cannot count all the stars
‘Cause the morrow easily come
‘Cause the tomorrow night is left yet
‘Cause my young days are not finished yet.

The reminiscence on the one star,
The love on the one star
The lonesomeness on the one star
The longing on the one star
The poetry on the one star
The mother on the one star, mother.

Dear mother, I am calling the beauty words on a star in each.
Who sat together with me in primary school, the friends' names,
Like Pae, Kyoung, Oak, the exotic girls' names,
Now, the girls, who have already been the mother, whose names,
My poor neighbors' names,
Like dove, puppy, bunny, mule and deer and their names,
Like Francis Jam, Rainer Maria Rilke, the poets' names,

They are too far away,
Like as far as the stars are o'er the milky-way.

Mother, you are
In Norhhern Gando, too far.

I yearned for something
The starlight's fully downing the hill
Where I wrote my name
And I covered it with the soil.

All night the insects themselves are chirping
‘Cause they are ashamed of their names and mourning.

But on my star, when the spring time come and drive,
The winter. As green grasses grow on the grave,
The place where my name has been buried, very on the hill
Proudly, thriving be the grasses will…
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)

 

(Original Poem, written by Jung-Ju, Seo)