[Afternoon Poem] Gwilyu (鬼柳) / Kim Eon-hee

Bambi

Falling

Rain like strands of hair

Fluttering, entwining

Guryu, Guryu, rain-soaked ghost willows

Oily leaves, oily

Opening eyes

On the water

Raindrops keep

Blooming unseen lips, with a dip net

Lips that cannot be scooped

Blooming, unknown

Names

Flowing into my ears like snakes, night rain

Falling, rain-soaked

Ghost willows

Sitting on branches trembling with flesh, you

Keep feeding me stones

Without flesh

Or bones

To me

■ I never agree with calling poets 'mediums' or 'shamans.' Such mystical and mystical, in fact, highly romantic appellations are, I believe, nothing more than projections of exaggerated desires for poets and poetry or confessions of failure in reading. Nevertheless, some good poems clearly flow with something that cannot be handled by human body and mind, in other words, something that can only be called a spiritual energy, and this poem is such. The wind was harsh for spring for several days. While reading this poem, I thought of a few willow trees I met about a month ago. Although it is not raining tonight, after reading this poem, those willows were 'fluttering and entwining' with 'unknown names' that 'flow into the ears like snakes.' And beneath them, it felt as if I, 'without flesh or bones,' was there. I, who have no mouth even to wail. ? Poet Chaesangwoo

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