Self Portrait

A poem by Yun Dong-ju
translated by coconutwheel

Self Portrait

Returning to the mountain,
Alone, I found the well forlorn,
And quietly went to look.

The moon is bright,
The clouds are flowing,
The sky is wide,
The blue winds blow,
Autumn is in the heart of the well.

Then there is a man.
For some reason, I hate him.
I leave.

I think about him.
He’s quite pitiable.
I go back and there he is.

I leave because I hate this man,
But thinking about him,
I miss him.

The moon is bright,
The clouds are flowing,
The sky is wide,
The blue winds blow,
Autumn is in the heart of the well.

He’s there like a memory.

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