The Evening Mountain
Baek Won Sun
When your sky is waiting for stars,
I am walking toward you
whistling low and long.
The clouds which had been courting
with tender and passionate faces for a long day,
Wandering over the below horizon
soothing their crimson wound with an evening bell,
The bush warbler in the low edge of your clothes
breathes in deep the solitary melody of my soul.
I cross with barefoot the yearning stream
flowing free from the darkness
that covered your green garment,
And tuning up my harsh breath to the sounds of the frog’s,
I am lighting up the lamp
in your heart silently.
# I translated my poem "저녁산" into an English version, "The Evening Mountain."
Thanks for reading.