[Afternoon Poem] Family Tree―Machine Learning 2 / Jeong Wooshin

Like a wife who believes in poor me

Like the rice and yuzu that my grandmother sends every year

Like December

That can no longer be received

While cutting open a rice sack with a cutter knife

Like a shining white wrist

■ This is a heartbreaking poem. After reading it, I pondered whether I should contact the poet who wrote it at least once. As far as I know, the poet is a truly good person. He has a wife and children, and fortunately(?) since last year, he has started making a living as a part-time lecturer at a university. In short, he is poor. Of course, poverty is not only the poet’s problem, and if one chooses to live as a poet, one must rather endure poverty. However, the days when the poet could maintain his nobility and dignity by saying, "I was born to live poor, lonely, high, and lonely in this world" (Baek Seok), and the era when, "because of poverty," "one must give up all these things" (Shin Kyung-rim), thus being able to reactivate his pure love, were so beautiful. Now, it is not like that at all. Poverty is now crushing even the poet. "A shining white wrist." It is painful. Poet Chae Sang-woo

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