A Withered Tree

A Withered Tree

 

 

Korea/Bae Young-suk

 

                 Not yet free myself from you

                 I spent the mild days of spring,

                 Feeling pain

 

                 I cannot be compared to a yew tree

                That can live thousands years

                 I've already know myself

                As withered twigs on a tree

 

                   I'm keeping watch with a thirsty breath

                  on the corner leading to your mind

 

 

 

 

Bae Young-suk/Korea

 

* Born Sooncheon, Jeonnam

* The manager of Sooncheon branch office, A teacher at Kwangyang middle school

* Published two poetical works : "The Poor Seoul", "Yearning is hanging down from white cotton curtain"

 

 

 

World Poetry Vol.26/2008