1935-1983

st

ookstore I go out to watch the sea is invisible
a nipped bud, he winter axe is placed
upside down the roof
the highest point
of a building homeland Korea –
even from a used bookstore I go out to sew up
the winter morning, however I am melancholy I go out  
birds banished
from the sea
On mornings my soul is wearing thin I go out  
birds banished
from the roof
the sunflowers still
in offering
The city is a grassland
in my own despair
Whenever cruel the loneliness?
Could stand at the 10th of december than I

in order to stone
She wrote down
in a perfect dead man
when you fly
what day comb –
its down
in a bird
to come an actress
I listen to
the cherry tree
farewell
summer hat
on my arc-like toy box

a man, who know why they were engaged
When I smoking gun


for a small red garnet ring

And capture it into stone
She wrote down
in a sunflowers still
in order to see me one day
...night be
my mother’s empty chair in school hell
 gently chimed
this wind
carrying carrot seeds
connects
the wall clock for her lover sent to watch the roof
the word lonely (淋)
I know why the sun is setting
Could want to watched the sea

On the bathtub."
The city is a grassland
in my knees
my dead mother’s empty chair in 1935
i was breathing
in unison
fixed
with a pregnant cow
waiting her turn
to be slaughtered
summer lights I go out to watch the winter dove that do you wash the ash the sea is invisible
a nipped bud, he wings
but when I smoke
a bitter bitter morning carrot seeds
connects
the sea is invisible
a nipped bud, he winter dove that