At an edge of the sky, I grieve for my youth;
I long for home, but home is still far away.
As spring lets loose the wayward east wind,
no one owns the wild peach, but it bursts into bloom.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
16th Century Korean poetry
Meeting in Dreams by Hwang Chin-i
My wish to see you is fulfilled only in dreams;
whenever I visit you, you visit me.
So let us dream again some future night;
starting at the same time to meet on our way.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
Boating at Dusk by Song Ik-pil
Lost among flowers, the boat returns late;
expecting the moon, it drifts slowly down the shoals.
Though I’m drunk, I still drop a line:
the boat moves on, but not my dream.
translated by Kim Jong-Gil
untitled poem by Hwang Chin-i
Mountains are steadfast but the mountain streams
Go by, go by,
And yesterdays are like rushing streams,
They fly, they fly,
And the great heroes, famous for a day,
They die, they die.
translated by Peter H. Lee
Leonard Durso 