[Afternoon Poem] Sarangnara, Byeolnara / Lee Taesu

Rice cakes made with love, with love

Sake brewed with love,

Side dishes made with love,

A country that breathes the wind made with love,

A house built with love,

Pillars standing with love, dust breathing with love,

On paper dyed with love,

A country where only letters of love are written,

Eating meals of love, wearing clothes of love,

Drinking broth of love,

Coughing like love, such a dreamland,

Never changing forever,

Eyes of love and hearts overlapping,

Only words of love sparkling,

In a dream as transparent as glass beads,

A distant yet near, near yet distant country,

Looking from this earthly swamp,

The darker it gets, the more brilliant,

The sister who dreams painfully,

A star country in her dream, the more you embrace it,

The warmer the light becomes, the country of love

■ I read it once, then immediately read it again. And read it once more. I muttered as I read. Then I read aloud clearly. I read it like a prayer. I read it like a wish. I read it with all my heart. Somehow, I felt I had to do so. Perhaps at another time, I would not have been this desperate. The whole country, no, the entire world is in chaos because of the novel coronavirus infection (COVID-19). Some tremble in fear, some fall into despair, some are angry, some spread lies and curses amid this, and others take advantage of this time to make money. And someone, and someone, and someone right beside them are just, truly just dying. Love is needed. Unconditionally needed. Absolutely needed. Continuously needed. Specifically needed. It’s better to overdo it. It’s better to be intense. We must activate love right now. ? Poet Chaesangwoo

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