A poem by Yun Dong-ju
translated by coconutwheel
The Visiting Night
From around the world,
The coming light is now dying
In so cramped a room as mine.
Tired are those that it touches.
In its death, there is prolongation of life–
Now I open a window,
So the air will flow in.
Outside, all quietly fade away,
Inside, the room becomes dark like the world.
But it rains, and just like that, the road
Silently close your eyes
When you can’t wash away the frustrations of a day.
The sound of motion within,
Now thoughts, like crab apples, will ripen on their own.