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WOMAN

                                  
An erupting volcano
A sealed universe
A continuously flowing stream

An unforgiving heaven
A treacherous marsh
A sky thrown open

The term of all longing
The sign of all craving
Palace of secrets

Erupting Eternity
Fertile desire
Mystery that never dries.

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TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE


  Cho Byung-Hwa is a poet of the ordinary man. In simple, yet elegant, rhythmic verse, he writes of man's lonely journey to a "far-off unseen tomorrow," bringing the most fundamental aspirations of man into the shops, streets, taverns and home of Seoul.

  Essentially a lonely man, Cho Byung-Hwa's poetry is the poetry of human loneliness. He has written, ¡°The most beautiful things are saddest. Because things disappear, because they change. But the mutability of things is something we must live. In living this mutability, I have come to know primeval loneliness and primeval emptiness. I am within them, my life is within them, my poetry is within them, my consolation is within them. And I have learned that the philosophy which supports me is within them. This philosophy has taught me that the freedom of my spirit lies in the affirmation and denial of all things. With this freedom I have depicted a lonely self. Ceaselessly." In his search for the stairs to a full tomorrow, the poet fills the mystery of life with tender dignity. Human loneliness, the unique individuality of man, the race between time and the search for meaning, the sense of mystery which keeps driving man towards that unknown tomorrow-these are the themes which keep recurring in his poetry.

  Translating the poems in this collection has been a great challenge. Cho Byung-Hwa is an easy poet in the sense that he uses very simple language. He is a difficult poet in the sense that he is writing of philosophical themes with great depth of thought and subtlety of feeling. He is a delightful poet in that using the most simple language and the most concrete images, he strikes right into the core of human experience and human aspirations. This surely must be a poet's ultimate task.


                                                                     Kevin O'Rourke
                                             Dept. of English Language & Literature
                                                              Kyung-Hee University.
    
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