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
19th Century Korean poetry
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
In a Boat by anonymous 19th Century woman poet in Korea
Flowers were opening at the house where I spent the night;
this morning I cross a river afloat with petals.
Spring is busy like people, coming and going:
no sooner have I seen the flowers than I see them fall.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
In A Boat by an anonymous 19th Century Korean poet
Flowers were opening at the house where I spent the night;
this morning I cross a river afloat with petals.
Spring is busy like people, coming and going:
no sooner have I seen the flowers than I see them fall.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
Peach Blossom by Yi Ki
In rain it opens and falls in wind.
How many days can we see the peach blossom?
This brevity is in the blossom’s nature:
not that the wind has been cruel nor the rain kind.
translated by Kim Jong-gil
