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A Crape Myrtle – A Bouquet of Poems from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm

A Crape Myrtle – A Bouquet of Poems from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm
Crape Myrtle Flowers Blooming in Jeonju Hanok Village – Image Courtesy: Jeonju

Yang Geum-Hee

Yang-Geum-Hee- Korea-Sindh-CourierPoetess Yang Geum-Hee was born in 1967 in Jeju, Korea. She published three books – two collections of poetry: ‘Happiness Account’, ‘Ieodo, Island of Legend and Existence’, and one collection of essay ‘Happy Companion. She was the first president of the Ieodo Literature Association, the editor in chief of the Jejuin News. She worked as a research fellow of the Society of Ieodo Research. She served as a researcher at Jeju Sea Grand Center at Jeju National University and a special professor at Jeju International University. Currently, she is editorial writer of New Jeju Ilbo, special researcher at the Institute of Social Sciences of Jeju National University, vice-president of the Jeju Regional Committee of the Korean PEN center, Executive of the Jeju Institute for the Korean Unification and Executive of the Korean Association of Ethics. She won 4 Literary Awards.

A Crape Myrtle

When you get discouraged,

I call you a crape myrtle

Hoping you might be full of life,

As a flower tree red for one hundred days,

A crape myrtle.

Named like that

Your appearance, withering with heat,

Might recover subtle aroma and

Rosy color again,

And for one hundred days


You may put out prink buds,

I call you

A crape myrtle,

Pretending as if I don’t know your name.




풀죽은 너에게

백일홍 하고 부르면

백일쯤 생기를 뿜을 같아

다정히 불러본다


너를 부르면

무더위로 시들던 너의 자태에

은은한 향기와 화색이 돌아

백일쯤은 분홍 꽃망울

맘껏 피울 같아

이름 모른




7월에 꽃이 피기 시작하여 꽃이 지기까지 100 정도 걸린다 하여 백일홍이라고 .


The Yellow Jumper

The yellow winter jumper,

Received as a gift long ago,

I lost

Much regret follows

As much as fondness

For the lost things.


Where did I put

The bright color of purity

On the gray pavement?

It is so clear

My days of chick’s downy hair,

Spring time it was

Lost, so remaining forever in my heart.




오래 전에 선물로 받은

노란 겨울 점퍼



잃어버린 것은

아끼던 만큼

아쉬움이 따른다


어디에 두고 왔을까

회색빛  포도鋪道에서

화색이 돌던 순수


너무도 선명하다

병아리의 솜털을 가졌던 시기


잃어서 영원히 가슴에 남아


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Essay on soil

Soil is the mother of all living things

Giving a Belly to bear seeds

Giving warm hugs for raise

Giving fond look to the tender buds

Hold trees which is swaying in the wind

Permit its root deep into her flesh

Regardless of grains and weeds,

Treat them without discrimination

Ants and elephants,

Neither the wicked nor the good,

All step on earth’s back and walk a long way


Peace and rage, war and love

All equal on the ground

All beings

Crumble on the soil

When all things turn to dust and lie down

Earth Hug warmly and tightly


흙에 대한 소고


흙은 생물들의 어머니다

배를 내주어 씨앗을 품고

따스한 포옹으로 키운다

여린 새싹들을 다정히 보며

바람에 흔들거리는 나무들

제살 깊이 박아 붙들어준다


곡식과 잡초를 가리지 않고

차별없이 대해준다

개미도 코끼리도

악인도 어린이도

등을 밟고 길을 걸어간다


평화와 분노도 전쟁과 사랑도

위에서는 평등하다


모든 존재는

위에서 스러져간다

언젠가 먼지가 되어 돌아누우면

대지는 따뜻하게 안아준









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