Two Poems
Shin Dalja
Just Look
Just look!
See this utterly flawless,
transparent crystal.
See my soul
as I sit here before you,
a clear gem
that has passed through thousand-degree flames.
Until it becomes your spouse,
death and regeneration.
Strolling in an Old Palace
As I stroll through an old palace
a pigeon calmly settles
on the back of my hand.
It knows
that I am a woman
who fell in love,
that love values life highly.
The beloved woman’s hands
are broad as the sky
and warm as May sunshine
A living creature has realized this,
so this one pigeon
has settled on my hand,
perhaps suggesting we should enjoy a nap?
Just look!
See this utterly flawless,
transparent crystal.
See my soul
as I sit here before you,
a clear gem
that has passed through thousand-degree flames.
Until it becomes your spouse,
death and regeneration.
Strolling in an Old Palace
As I stroll through an old palace
a pigeon calmly settles
on the back of my hand.
It knows
that I am a woman
who fell in love,
that love values life highly.
The beloved woman’s hands
are broad as the sky
and warm as May sunshine
A living creature has realized this,
so this one pigeon
has settled on my hand,
perhaps suggesting we should enjoy a nap?
translated from the Korean by Brother Anthony of Taizé