A monk grew enamored of the moon in a well,
So he drew moonlit to pour in a jar.
When he came back to the temple, he found,
As he lifted the jar, the moon was gone.
translated by Sung-il Lee
Author: zdunno03
what lingers: for Angela
what lingers
in the mind’s eye
is the sparkle
in your eyes
“Between two evils, I generally like to pick the one I never tried before.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Between two evils, I generally like to pick the one I never tried before.”
— Mae West, actress
Ahhh, Angela
Ahhh, Angela
angel of the evening
wrap me
in your velvet arms
lay my head
upon your tender breasts
let me sleep
like the baby
I never was
Angela’s smile
the hint of mischief
in Angela’s smile
the lips full
of playfulness
the hair framing her face
cascading on her shoulders
a leg slightly bent
she leans to one side
and promises much
in her eyes
Cold Pine Pavilion by Chang Yon-u
The moon is bright over Cold Pine Pavilion;
The autumn waves are calm on Mirror Lake.
Crying, a seagull flies away only to return;
The bird over the sand must have a message for me.
translated by Sung-Il Lee
Waiting for My Love by Nung-un
My love said he would come at moonrise;
The moon has risen, but he has not come.
I presume that where my love lives
The mountain is so high the moon rises slowly.
translated by Sung-Il Lee
