A Korean Poem
When I catch a bug in the roomAll of a sudden
I realize that the bug is myself,
I open the window and
look into the distance.
A bird flies across the blue sky.
It flies to the branch of a tree.
sitting there it begins to sing,
Singing
In which I hear the ancient sound of crying.
When I catch a bug in the room
What do I grasp?
What do I miss?
©2006-Bong Bong
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