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\u00a0 \u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n I Surrender to Sadness<\/strong><\/p>\n As we wash the water in a fish tank .<\/p>\n .<\/p>\n .<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Lee Jae-mu : born in 1958, professor, poetry [ I Surrender to Sadness ] etc<\/p>\n Translated by Seung-Hee Jeon<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0 \u00a0 I Surrender to Sadness As we wash the water in a fish tank with water, I scrub my sadness with sadness. Sadness is the father of life. I gather my hands and bow, And I listen to its wisdom. . . . \u00a0Lee Jae-mu : born in 1958, professor, poetry [ I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":797,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,36],"tags":[91],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1072"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1072"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1072\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1411,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1072\/revisions\/1411"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/797"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1072"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1072"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/koreanlit.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1072"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwith water,
\nI scrub my sadness
\nwith sadness.
\nSadness is the father of life.
\nI gather my hands and bow,
\nAnd I listen to its wisdom.<\/p>\n