Salon

Song of Myself I Walt Whitman I Celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summe...

An Autumn Day Lee Si-young A dragonfly sat on the end of a persimmon branch and dozed off all day. Even with wind, it did not shake; even with a cold rain smacking the branch, it did not move over. When I quietly approached it, I was startl...

Finger Lakes, May, 2014 희망은 날개 달린 것 에밀리 디킨슨 희망은 날개 달린 것 영혼에 걸터앉아서 가사 없이 노래하는 것 그리고, 결코 멈추지 않는 것 그리고, 강풍 속에서 더욱 달콤하게 들리는 것 그 아픔은 작은 새를 당황하게 하며, 많은 이들을 따...

Vincent van Gogh, The Potato Eaters (Dutch: De Aardappeleter), 1885, Van Gogh Museum To the Poor Person Chung Ho-seung Today again, for you I hung a lamp outside the window. Today again, I couldn’t wait for you any longer, and I hung a hear...

The Horizon Kim Hye-soon Who broke it? The horizon beyond, the fissure between heaven and earth, an evening where crimson water spreads out from the gap. Who broke it? The slit between upper and lower eyelids, The scars of my body broken be...