A Night of No Moon
Turn on the gas to boil water for coffee
It’s 3AM
The white hand that turns on the gas
That day had snapped two or three dead branches from a peach tree.
At a nearby low hill, a screech owl cries.
It must be a night of no moon.
The lady I proposed to must be deep asleep
That history has long passed for me.
It’s a very sublime past
As you know, it’s bitter.
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by Poet, Chang, SeokJoo
The poet, Seok-Ju Chang, was born in Non-San, Chung-Cheong-Nam-Do, South Korea, in January 8, 1955. His first published
work was “Midnight” that he received new and emerging poet award from Monthly Literature in 1975. In 1979, he awarded his poem, “Fly, Gloomy Dream” inChosun Il-Bo, Spring Literature and Dong-A-Il-Bo, Spring Literature, Critique, “Existence and Unrealism”.
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Translated by Clara Soonhee Kwon-Tatum, Ph.D & Matthew Lewis, M.A
