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Poetry

blossoming from the body of another

By Lee Seong-Bok
Translated from Korean by Eun-Gwi Chung & Myung Mi Kim

There remained a few graves at the deserted factory site
They were torn up, then there were puddles
Yesterday the wind blew all day long like a sweltering cotton quilt
Rain this morning-a tall stalk of horseweed looks down blankly
At the ground, blossoming from the body of another
In that incarnation there is no pleasure

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English

There remained a few graves at the deserted factory site
They were torn up, then there were puddles
Yesterday the wind blew all day long like a sweltering cotton quilt
Rain this morning-a tall stalk of horseweed looks down blankly
At the ground, blossoming from the body of another
In that incarnation there is no pleasure

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