this flower enchants
yet it too will fade
to crumble to dust
although gone
from this world
not from my mind
my heart
there remaining as beautiful
as before
beauty
on listening to Tim Hardin: through the mist
seeing you
through the mist
in my eyes
like roses
a forever promise
too beautiful
for these ancient eyes
to bear
My Baby Has No Name Yet by Kim Nam-jo
My baby has no name yet;
like a new-born chick or a puppy,
my baby is not named yet.
What numberless texts I examined
at dawn and night and evening over again!
But not one character did I find
which is as lovely as the child.
Starry field of the sky,
or heap of pearls in the depth.
Where can the name be found, how can I?
My baby has no name yet;
like an unnamed bluebird or white flowers
from the farthest land for the first,
I have no name for this baby of ours.
translated by Ko Won