The Self-Portrait Poem by Kinsley Lee

By Dong-Ju Yoon
I turn around the corner of the hills,
On the edge of a rice fiel's
By myself, to visit a remote well.
Carefully, I look into the well.

In the well, the moon is bright, the cloud is running,
The sky is stretching, the autumn and the blue-ue wind is breezing.

And, also, there is a man,
I am turning back, somehow hating the man.

Thinking of him on my way back, I feel sorry for him.
Again, I back and look into the well, there still is him.

Again, I return, 'cause hating the man.
But thinking of him on my returning, now I miss the man.

In the well, the moon is bright, the cloud is running, the sky is stretching,
The blue-ue wind is breezing, the fall, like the old memories the man is being.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)


(Original Poem, Written by Dong-Ju, Yoon)