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LETTER TO SEOUL
All day long
On the bank of the reservoir
Dangling a fish-hook
Three carp
Four bream
Fishing sky and water
And coming back in the evening sun.
Night
At the well
Dangling arms and legs
Rainy season behind and the night sky above
Where a myriad stars are all bound up in market day.
Here, not near not far from Seoul,
In this mountain villa,
Just stopping a time on this mountain without human trace
Like an insect that feeds on thought.
Only a little time remains
And the time for going
Will go the same, I suppose.
I'm practicing losing myself.
Well, that's about it.
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