'Tis the Season To Wax Lyrical About Snow - Winter, Part 4

Here are two poems from Korea about snow.

My adaptation of Jong Ho-seung’s “My Father”:


My father smiled each time it snowed
Because he had nothing to call his own.
( When he lost all he had to creditors and
had to leave his hometown with his family,
he carried nothing, not even spoons,
except the wound left by one he had trusted.)
Whenever the snow fell, Father never failed
To rejoice because he had nothing left.

Here is Kim Jeong-ram’s “Snow”:

Snow is falling
We hear our souls
Run barefoot.
When the world was created, when we were still dreams
When we were the wings for a larva, sprouts for spring
Breaths of a god
Then, we whispered under our breath.

Poems quoted in an article, “Snowfalls of the heart” by Cho Hyun-wook (JoongAng Ilbo, 24 December, 2008)

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