P079
From Poetry Talks
Poems by Sallip
Poem in English | Appraised By⠉ | Critique in English⠉ | Critical Terms⠉ | Entry |
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Coming south to Sugok, I think of my mother.
Arriving north in Songgyŏng, I remember my king. Seven posts and two rivers on a small donkey, I grumble about my luggage as light as clouds. | E039 | |||
I brought the willow of Paegak Mountain
to Anhwa Monastery. The spring breeze must be busy. Swish, swish—it rustles again. | E039 |
Critiques by Sallip
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