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?

translated from the Korean by Brother Anthony of Taizé