Following Birds

Following Winds
Hawkesbury River
At the Gimpo Public Library
Following Birds
Why Wonder Why It Snows in April?
Li and Qi, the Two Origins
Snowflakes
Though I Love
Gaehwa Checkpoint
The Gait of a Stork
About Another Light
A Clarinet and a Weeping Willow
Skill
Even After Making Several Rounds in The Temple Yard, I Feel Bitter, As If I Have Completed My Life
Following Light
Ten Minutes
Shrimp
Seaside Cemetery
Loving White Snow
Two Widows
We Should First Get Rid of That Darned Road

Poet’s Notes
Commentary

They say poems should not be written honestly. But I try to write honestly. In today’s environment, my poems are classical. Awhile ago, a long, long time ago, they were considered new. In order to not throw away the obsolete, old way, I spend new time in a new way everyday. Everything is both new and becomes old. What is important should be how to let both facts remain fresh in one’s heart. Not in my heart, but in that blue sky.
From Poet’s Note