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The Storm
A Sequel to "The 'Cadian Ball"

by Kate Chopin




Chap. I
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The leaves were so still that even Bibi thought it was going to rain.
Bobinot, who was accustomed to converse on terms of perfect equality
with his little son, called the child's attention to certain sombre clouds
that were rolling with sinister intention from the west, accompanied by
a sullen, threatening roar. They were at Friedheimer's store and decided
to remain there till the storm had passed. They sat within the door on
two empty kegs. Bibi was four years old and looked very wise.

"Mama'll be 'fraid, yes," he suggested with blinking eyes.
"She'll shut the house. Maybe she got Sylvie helpin' her this evenin', "
Bobinot responded reassuringly.
"No, she ent got Sylvie. Sylvie was helpin her yistiday," piped Bibi.
Bobinot arose and going across to the counter purchased a can of
shrimps, of which Calixta was very fond. Then he returned to his
perch on the keg and sat stolidly holding the can of shrimps while
the storm burst. It shook the wooden store and seemed to be ripping
great furrows in the distant field. Bibi laid his little hand on his
father's knee and was not afraid.




Chap. II
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Calixta, at home, felt no uneasiness for their safety. She sat at a side
window sewing furiously on a sewing machine. She was greatly
occupied and did not notice the approaching storm. But she felt very
warm and often stopped to mop her face on which the perspiration
gathered in beads. She unfastened her white sacque at the throat.
It began to grow dark, and suddenly realizing the situation she got up
hurridly and went about closing windows and doors.

Out on the small front gallery she had hung Bobinot's Sunday clothes to
air and she hastened out to gather them before the rain fell. As she
stepped outside, Alcee Laballiere rode in at the gate. She had not seen
him very often since her marriage, and never alone. She stood there
with Bobinot's coat in her hands, and the big rain drops began to fall.
Alcee rode his horse under the shelter of a side projection where
the chickens had huddled and there were plows and a harrow piled up
in the corner.
"May I come and wait on your gallery till the sotrm is over, Calixta?"
he asked.
"Come 'long in, M'sieur Alcee."
His voice and her own startled her as if from a trance, and she
seized Bobinot's vest. Alcee, mounting to the porch, grabbed
the trousers and snatched Bibi's braided jacket that was about to be
carried away by a sudden gust of wind. He expressed an intention
to remain outside, but it was soon apparent that he might as well
have been out in the open: the water beat in upon the boards in
driving sheets, and he went inside, closing the door after him. It
was even necessary to put something beneath the door to keep
the water out.
"My! what a raint! It's good two years sence it rain' like that,"
exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alicee
helped her to thrust it beneath the crack.
She was a little fuller of figure than five years before when she
married; but she had lost nothing of her vivacity. Her blue eyes
still retained their melting quality; and her yellow hair, dishevelled
by the wind and rain, kinked more stubbornly than ever about her
ears and temples.
The rain beat upon the low, shingled roof with a force and clatter
that threatened to break an entrance and deluge them there.
They were in the dining room--the sitting room--the general utility
room. Adjoining was her bed room, with Bibi's couch along side her
own. The door stood open, and the room with its white,
monumental bed, its closed shutters, looked dim and mysterious.
Alcee flung himself into a rocker and Calixta nervously began
to gather up from the floor the lengths of a cotton sheet which
she had been sewing.
"If this keeps up, Dieu sait if the levees goin' to stan' it!" she
exclaimed.
"What have you got to do with the levees?"
"I got enough to do! An' there's Bobinot with Bibi out in that
storm--if he only didn' left Friedheimer's!"
"Let us hope, Calixta, that Bobinot's got sense enough to come
in out of a cyclone."

Pope just dies, and there's much coverage worldwide on his burial ceremony.
All the traditions, all the procedures, and all the people coming to Rome to watch his burial.

Not long ago, back in Feb to be exact, 2 public figures took own life, one here in America, and another in Seoul, South Korea. Lee, Eun-ju, who killed herself by hanging in Seoul was a young girl of 25, and was actress. The other who took his own life w/ gunshot wasn't suffering depression, if you don't count his life-long wrecklessness and drug abuse. He was way over 60s, been married 3 times over, and lived in Colorado, publishing many well known articles in Rolling Stone magazine as well as publishing his books, of which is a famous made-to-movie "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."

He sure did publish quite a few books, and had fair number of followers at the time of his death. A living icon, so to speak.

Anirban let me borrow his "HOme Improvement 1-2-3".
The book si pretty comprehensive, covering wall paper/painting, wiring, even how to install carpet or dish washer.

Bet it'll save time and bundle of $$$ installing and fixing everything yourself.

Perhaps buy run-down ghost house and re-wire, re-paint and fix up the wall and it'll be a brand new house!

Gotta say the book makes things a lot simpler & easier than in realistic sense, I think.

For their 'expert', 'handy', and 'novice' there should be an extra category or should double the time estimated for 'novice'. Well, if I can be counted in novice category, that is.

Anyways, it's fairly thorough & inspiring book to get started with house fixing.

Still sorting out the books and clothings out of boxes from moving a month ago.
Picked out infmous 'The Catcher in the Rye' and had to hesitate a bit before placing it next to Toni Morison's "Beloved."

Where does this book belong?

This is one of more discussed, more banned, and seemingly more controversal than most books.

It's rather thin, and isn't all that shocking in nowadays' standard, 21st'. The background, I belive, is back in '60s.

I went through a serious disliking of this book, to becoming quiet fond and creating rather surprising mutual understanding/identification w/ the character in the book. And, after end-to-end binge, it's a bit bland now. Perhaps I've become an uninteresting person. Perhaps I've grown up.

I do have quiet a bit of criticisms, both pro and cons, I've collected over the years.

Seems like many American literary critics in '60s and '70s wrote in favour of this revolutionary piece of work, and others, especially the Russian critics placed this book to be of typical of spoiled American brat attitude.

And, the fact that the author couldn't handle the fame and is in hiding for over 30 years so far.

If he's living in hiding, where did he get such an idea and courage to write this work and publish it in the first place, I wonder.

George Sand and George Eliot are both Female.
George Eliot is well known for her books 'Middle March', 'Silas Marner', 'Adam Bede', 'The Mill on the Floss' and more.
George Sand, in addition to her inflamatory writings was well known for cross-dressing, cigar in her hand, and men she kept that included famous Alfred de Musset and Frédéric Chopin.

Both of them drew my attention for their need to rebel as much as their novel. Perhaps their life choices at times seem more shocking and attention grabbing than their fiction.

I've read most of George Eliot's, and none of George Sand, yet.

Sci-fi/mysteries are like sweet cookies.

Most of the times, it's not as meaty as serious fictions, non-fictions, or classics.

Yet, once I get my hands on them, it's hard to let go of it. Stay up all night 'til 5am sometimes, missing bus stops at others, and suffering bad dreams at others, there are many reasons to stop. Yet, it's not all that easy. Like that addictive substances in fast food that makes you want more, these page-turners keeps me hooked for hours at times.

I did my best to stay away from Stephen King's. I've seen some of his books made into movies, such as "Fire Starter" or "Salem's Lot." And, recently there was a movie w/ Anthony Hopkins made, as well as that famous "Misery" and a summer scary movie "Dream Catcher."

Well, I picked up "Fire Starter" at a local library's sale for a quarter(25cents) in downtown Berkeley.

Then, when I was going to Boston for 4th of July vacation w/ my sister 2 years ago, I started on "Salems' Lot" and actually went to Salem when I was about finished with the book. I had both "Salem's Lot" and "A Long Walk" in my back-pack, and they kept me up at night in fear.

I do like "Fire Starter" a lot and I think this momentum carried on to "Salem's Lot." Not so familiar to me, yet was pleasantly surprising was "A Long Walk." I kinda sensed both "Fire Starter" and "A Long Walk" had government conspiracy/secret activies in background. "Insomnia" is the only book so far that I had hard time getting into. The title was quiet amusing. Yet, I'm still struggling at 1st chapter. Perhaps if I get through this 1st chapter, it'll move faster and more exciting?
I put it down since last summer, and have been pretty busy and uninterested in it.

Whatever his formular is, it's amazing how many books Stephen King as produced so far, and how many of them became popular and into movies.

about 2 years ago, the book club i used to frequent based in sf, was rather active.
we tried to read at least 1 book per month, and not be intellectually snub. just purely enjoy the books and purely enjoy the company of other women.

one of the book i got to read through this book club was 'the other boleyn girl'.

i was vaguely aware of king henry, who was crazy, and drama around his many wives. i also heard of name anne [boleyn]. but, until i read this book, it seemed like a boring history from long past.

perhaps because i had recently finished reading about princess elizabeth of austria, known as princess 'sisi', court drama consumed me rather passionately. since then, whenever i hit local bookstores, i have a habit of casually strolling to history section, european history to be precise.

and, this want to get all other phillipa gregory books. she's written quite a few, i've learned.

the book 'the other boleyn' has an interesting section onf question sheet and historical data on the back of the book. it's juicy to be a pure historical archive, and yet much of the plot are pretty accurate historically to call the story a pure fiction.

i find the book quite interesting, and this book made me read through 3 more of 'pure historical/biographical' non-fictions on henry viii and his 6 wives, 1 of which i do own(6 wives of henry viii) in my posession now.

some rather gross details of anne boleyn's deed to attain the seat of queen, how henry's other wives became and lost their seat at queen-ship. and, when i see the portraits, more mystery at henry's obsessions w/ these women. and, to know that anne boleyn and mary boleyn who bore henry a bastard son are sisters.

who needs a fiction when fact is more dramatic like this than fiction!

WATCHING THE STARS


As a tree tilts heavenward
So we must go watching the stars overhead,
Though our feet kick dust on the ground.
What if you should be placed
Higher than the next fellow?
What if your name should be made
Greater than those of others?
What if you should take revenge on your enemy?
All end in trifles
Not worth a penny for a drink.
We must go ahead watching the stars overhead
Though our feet kick dust on the ground.






-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> No, Ch'onmyong ( 노 천명, 1913-1957)
Born in Chang'yon, Hwanghae province, No began writing while she was at
Ehwa Womens University. Affiliated with 'The Poetry Garden', No distinguished
herself as a rare talent and a great woman poet. Single all her life through,
No made her solitude and self-torture her weapon against the hostile universe.
In 'The Song of Deer' she outgrows the netting solitude and introspection
and enters the world of love and repentance. Her work includes 'The Coral
Reefs' (1938), 'The Window Side' (1945), 'Looking at the Stars' (1953), 'The
Song of Deer' (1959) and 'Complete Works by No Ch`on-myong' (1960)

THE CROSS

Yun, Tong-ju (윤 동주)

The sunlight that has been chasing me
now hangs on the cross
on the top of a church.

How could it have scaled
its steeple, so high?

No bell is ringing;
I fool around giving a whistle.

Were I to be allowed the cross
as was Jesus Christ,
who suffered but was happy,

I would gladly hang my head
and let my blood flow in quiet
like a flower flaring
under the darkening skies.


-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

서시 (PRELUDE)

- 윤 동주 (Dong-ju Yun)


Let me have no shame
Under the heaven
Til I die.

Even winds among the foliage
Pained my heart.

With a heart that sings of the stars,
I'll love all dying things.

And I must fare the path
That's been allotted to me.

Tonight also
The winds sweep over the stars.



-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)



==> Yun, Dong-ju (1917-1945) wrote many poems which have become favorite
poems. He published his poems in The Sky, the Wind, the Stars and Poems, 1950.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


THE PROLOGUE



For a life to be led until death
without a patch of shame;
under the scrutiny of heaven
I felt painfully hurt
by a single breath of wind
that stirs the leaves of grass.
I must love all things mortal
with a spirit to sing the stars;
I must follow the path
destined to me.
Again tonight
wind rustles against the stars.


-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

사슴 (Deer)
- 노 천명 (by Chun-myung No)

The long neck makes him a sad creature,
Always gentle and quiet.
The fragrant crown betrays
His noble birth.

Looking at his image
Reflected in the stream,
He recalls the lost myths,
Then in helpless nostalgia,
Cranes the sad neck
To gaze at far-away hills.

-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)


==> No, Chun-myung (1913-1957) has become one of the favorite poets with
several books of poetry, which include: Coral Reefs, 1938; Windowside, 1945;
Looking at the Stars, 1953; Deer's Song, 1956. She also publishe books of
essays.




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Deer


That long neck of yours
makes you a sad creature.

Always quiet and gentle
with the fragrant crown
You must come of a noble tribel.

Watching your own image
mirrored in the stream
you recall the lost legend.

Lost in irresistible nostalgia
you crane your sad neck
to gaze at the hills far out.




-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> No, Ch'onmyong (1913-1957)
Born in Chang'yon, Hwanghae province, No began writing while she was at
Ehwa Womens University. Affiliated with 'The Poetry Garden', No distinguished
herself as a rare talent and a great woman poet. Single all her life through,
No made her solitude and self-torture her weapon against the hostile universe.
In 'The Song of Deer' she outgrows the netting solitude and introspection
and enters the world of love and repentance. Her work includes 'The Coral
Reefs' (1938), 'The Window Side' (1945), 'Looking at the Stars' (1953), 'The
Song of Deer' (1959) and 'Complete Works by No Ch`on-myong' (1960)

RETURN TO HEAVEN

I will return to heaven
hand in hand with the dew
that distills in the dawning light.

I will return to heaven
in company with the evening-glow
when cloud beckons while I stroll on the shore.

I will return to heaven
the day when my beautiful earthly trip ends.
In heaven I will tell all was so lovely on earth.


-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> Ch`on, Sangbyong (1930- )
Born in Ch`ang'won, south Kyongsang province, Ch`on went to Seoul
National University for a short period. His literary career started
with his first poems being published in 'Munye(Literary Arts)' in 1952.
He has three books of poems to his credit: 'Bird' (1971), 'At Tavern' (1972)
and 'Ch`on Sangbyong Is a Born Poet' (1973).

엄마야, 누나야 (MOTHER, SISTER)

- 김 소월 (So-wol, Kim)

Mother, Sister! let's dwell by the river.
Gleaming golden sands in the garden.
Outside the back-gate, a chorus of reeds.
Mother, Sister! let's dwell by the river.



-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)

님 의 침묵 (LOVE'S SILENCE)

한 용운 (Yong-woon Han)


Love has gone. Ah, my love has gone.
He has left, shaking me off, and breaking
the green mountain light along the small path
toward the maple grove. The old promise that
was firm and bright as golden flowers has been
carried away like cold dust by a breath of breeze.
The memory of the keen first kiss has receded,
changing my fate's course. Your sweet voice has
deafened me and your fair face has blinded me.

Love after all is a human affair; so I feared
our parting when we first met. But this parting
has been too sudden, and my surprised heart is
bursting with fresh sorrow. To make parting
a source of idle tears will only mar love itself.
So I have poured the hopeless sorrow into a keg
of new hope. As we dread parting when we meet,
so we believe in reunion when we part.

Ah, my love has gone, but I have not let him go.
A love-song that cannot bear its own music
hovers over the love's silence.




-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)



==> Han, Yong-woon (1879-1944), the famous Buddhist priest-patriot,
wrote many poems which are among the best loved Korean poems. Among
others, his poetry often reveals flashes of Buddhist insights into
the inexplicable and paradoxical nature of existence. His poems were
collected in Love's Silence, 1926. He also wrote novels.




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THE SILENCE OF LOVE


Love is gone, gone is my love.
Tearhing himself away from me he has gone
on a little path that stretches in the splendor of
a green hill into an autumn-tinted forest.
Our last oath, shining and enduring
like a gold-mosaicked flower,
has turned to cold ashes, blown away
in the breath of wind.
I remember his poignant first kiss and its memory
has wrought a complete change in my destiny,
then withdrawn into oblivion.
I hear not his sweet voice; I see no his fair looks.
Since it is human to love, I, alert, dreaded a
parting to come when we met.
The separation came so suddenly
it broke my heart with renewed sorrow.
Yet, I know parting can only destroy our love if
it causes futile tears to fall.
I would rather transfer the surge of this sorrow
onto the summit of hopefulness.
As we dread parting when we meet, so,
we promise to meet again when we part.
Though my love is gone, I am not lost to love;
an untiring love-song envelops the silence of love.




-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)


==> Han, Yong'un (1879-1944)
Born in Hongsong, south Ch`ungch`ong, a devoted Buddhist monk since his
early years, Han was one of the 33 members who in 1919 signed the historical
documents to declare Korea independent of the Japanese colonial rule. His
poems concern his philosophical meditation on nature and the mystery of
human existence. 'The Silence of Love' (1926); 'Complete Works of Han
Yong-un' (1973)

NAMELESSNESS


The sunset so beautiful
beyond expression
was fading out

In the presence of this moment
and the oncoming night
I was thinking of tomorrow

Spring is over.
Yesterday and this very moment today
are blazing -- O the burning sunset about to fade.

Why I have to cut a slice
from the far-away sky and etch my namelessness
without a day's delay

I wish to know,
I wish to know.


-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> Ch`on, Sangbyong (1930- )
Born in Ch`ang'won, south Kyongsang province, Ch`on went to Seoul
National University for a short period. His literary career started
with his first poems being published in 'Munye(Literary Arts)' in 1952.
He has three books of poems to his credit: 'Bird' (1971), 'At Tavern' (1972)
and 'Ch`on Sangbyong Is a Born Poet' (1973).

LONGING



My heart is on fire,
burning ceaselessly for something.

I reach out my hand, waving far into the distance.
Forgetting that my hands and feet are in chains,
I gasp in a desperate self-struggle.

Who was it that played flute once?
I do not know where its notes still
linger, here or there.

There must be some place that calls me;
Somewhere in the far distance
something seems to beckon.

My heart is burning, burning ceaselessly.





-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> No, Ch'onmyong (1913-1957)
Born in Chang'yon, Hwanghae province, No began writing while she was at
Ehwa Womens University. Affiliated with 'The Poetry Garden', No distinguished
herself as a rare talent and a great woman poet. Single all her life through,
No made her solitude and self-torture her weapon against the hostile universe.
In 'The Song of Deer' she outgrows the netting solitude and introspection
and enters the world of love and repentance. Her work includes 'The Coral
Reefs' (1938), 'The Window Side' (1945), 'Looking at the Stars' (1953), 'The
Song of Deer' (1959) and 'Complete Works by No Ch`on-myong' (1960)

LETTER



Now my belly is full, treted to a lunch,
I write to myself that has been starving.

You are not overly depressed, are you?
You are used to going hungry, aren't you?

Remember that there were times
when you lived like a lord.

I've been living these twenty years
counting on tomorrow.

And, I write
to you, myself
lest I forget
I am full now.



-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> Ch`on, Sangbyong (1930- )
Born in Ch`ang'won, south Kyongsang province, Ch`on went to Seoul
National University for a short period. His literary career started
with his first poems being published in 'Munye(Literary Arts)' in 1952.
He has three books of poems to his credit: 'Bird' (1971), 'At Tavern' (1972)
and 'Ch`on Sangbyong Is a Born Poet' (1973).

GOLDEN TURF

Turf, turf, golden turf!
The flames in the deep vale,
The golden turf o're Jane's tomb.

Spring splendour alights
On willow trees and
Slender boughs.

Spring splendour has come
To the golden turf
In the deep vale.

by So-wol Kim

-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)

DOES SPRING COME TO THESE STOLEN FIELDS



Does spring come to this land no more our own,
to these stolen fields?
Bathed in the sun I go as if in a dream along a lane
that cuts across paddy-fields like parted hair
to where the blue sky and the green field meet.
You mute heaven and silent fields,
I do not feel I have come here on my own;
tell me if I am driven by you or by some hidden force.

The breeze that whispers in my ears
strokes my garment at every step;
the larks behind the clouds are caroling
like maidens across the fence.
You rich green fields of corn,
have you washed the cataracts of your hair
in that gentle rain that fell last night?
I feel so refreshed and light in the head.

Alone as I am, my steps are cheerful
for the kind water in the ditch
rushes past the thirsty fields
with rippling songs of lullaby.
Swallows and butterflies, be gentle and modest.
I must say hello to the cocks-comb-flowering village.
How I wish to have another look at those fields,
weeded by women, their hair oil-shining.

Hand me a hoe that I may work in an honest sweat;
that I may walk on this earth soft as rich breasts
till my ankles grow numb with pain.
My soul yearns for the infinite as that of children
frolicking on the riverbank.
Tell me what it is you are craving for,
whither you go.
Soaked in the smell of the greening earth
I walk all day long limping between the green of sorrow
and joy as if possessed by the spirit of spring.

But now that the land is no more our own
spring can no longer be our own.






-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> Yi, Sanghwa (1900-1941)
Born in Taegu, north Kyongsang province, Yi studied French at Tokyo
University of Foreign Studies, Japan. Affiliated with 'The White Waves'
circle, Yi wrote in early years romantic poems with a touch of sentimentality.
Later, Yi succeeded in crystalizing the misery of the oppressed nation into
"Does Spring Come to These Stolen Fields?" Yi's poems were posthumously
collected by Paek Ki-man in 'Sang-hwa And Kowol' (1951).

Boy


Everywhere the sad autumn drops like maple leaves,
yielding its place to the spring. The sky
spreads beyond the branches. As I gaze at the sky,
a blue pigment dyes my eyebrows. When I touch
my warm cheeks, a blue dye stains my palms.
I look at the palms again. A clear stream
flows along the palm-lines, reflecting a face
sad as love -- fair Suy's face. Enraptured,
I close my eyes. The clear stream still
reflects the face sad as love - fair Suny's face.

by Dongju Yun


-- From "Best Loved Poems of Korea"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 984 E3 B4 1984 EAST)

BIRD


Flitting onto the vacant site in my soul
that has lived alone and will live forlorn
a bird sings with flowerbuds unfolding
the day I die
or the day after.

When a song is sung loudest
for the joy of living,
for things of beauty,
or for love,
I am a lonely bird
left in the ditch or sitting on a branch of a tree.

Seasons of tenderness,
weeks of sorrow and joy.
O bird,
sing aloud your age-old notes,
known, unknown or forgotten.

The bird cries
as if to say
that he has seen better days
and had bad luck too.




-- From "Korean Poetry Today : Selected and
translated with an introduction by Jaihiun J. Kim"
at UCB East Asian Library (PL 959.5 K68 1987 EAST)

==> Ch`on, Sangbyong (1930- )
Born in Ch`ang'won, south Kyongsang province, Ch`on went to Seoul
National University for a short period. His literary career started
with his first poems being published in 'Munye(Literary Arts)' in 1952.
He has three books of poems to his credit: 'Bird' (1971), 'At Tavern' (1972)
and 'Ch`on Sangbyong Is a Born Poet' (1973).