[55th Modern Korean Literature Translation Awards] Kevin O'Rourke Prize: Bus Cease Sonata

Written by Son Younger-hee

Translated by Nam Jeong-geun and Nam Search engine marketing-jeong

Bus Cease Sonata

An outdated man rests on a bus cease seat,

Although yellow pine pollen drifts into his mouth,

And flies cling to his eyes’ crimson rim,

Although the village bus departs with a wheeze,

Its black tears float upon the breeze,

But on the wood bench so stern,

The outdated man’s persistence doesn’t flip.

Gobi

Father, final evening my horse succumbed to destiny,

Whether or not I let go or misplaced the reins, I am unable to state.

The pouring daylight’s weight closed my eyes,

As one step up, two steps slide, the climb defies.

Grey dunes, unable to topple time’s decree,

This place, a labyrinth jail, trapped by the horizon’s spree.

Chasing mirages via an age, solely to crumble,

Each path a cliff, each path a tumble.

Father, final evening my horse vanished within the gloom,

Leaving me to ponder this limitless, sandy doom.

When Petals Flutter

When recollections, named, surge forth and rise,

And clumps of sorrow within the mouth dissolve and sigh,

When somebody breathes, invoking love’s embrace,

When the shadow of the paulownia past the fence,

Bruises with laughter that crosses the stone wall,

And within the coronary heart, petals eternally amassed,

Rustle and flutter, by no means dry,

Within the chest, the place flowers lie.

Below the Moonlight

A widow

of the village,

bereft of her husband

too quickly,

prowls every evening

like a furtive cat.

Oh, might the moonlight

be so luminous

that her

elegant steps

fall solely

on its

grace.

marsh

My mom taught me the artwork of silence

Feelings are a luxurious apart from breathtaking rice

Whilst I wept and adopted her for miles,

The stride has not been decreased

At occasions, the tales rising in my throat,

Started to settle like crustaceans of their shells.

With a masks of nonchalance,

A lifetime drifted by.

Whether or not the tangled inside was teeming with feelings,

This summer season, Upo exhaled a deep breath.

Each evening, from the muddy waters,

I retrieve my face.

pepper discipline lyricism

Alongside the single-lane freeway from Yeongyang to Andong,

The place technicolor umbrellas open and shut,

The recurring monsoon takes a quick pause to catch its breath.

Daylight, overlaying an autumnal hue,

Coaxes and caresses, portray every thing in shades of crimson,

Because the inexperienced peppers slowly ripen.

The secretive chatter gathered in every furrow,

Claimed because the richest harvest of this poor season,

Returns dwelling with the final of the employees.

Dongchun Circus

Curiosity or compassion, each positive to grab,

Although unseen, the gang’s expressions entwined.

The murmuring behind, a scent of cherry blooms,

As soon as a rounded jar, now a sq. desk looms.

Upon the stage, physique leans, legs rise with grace,

Spinning and turning, shoulders stiffen in place.

Boldly rising, assembly the viewers’s eyes,

Applause echoes hole, exits in a bustle

No wrongdoing discovered, but a chilling backbone.

Spring up

In a beckoning attract, drawn helplessly

Inside spherical chambers, silence grandiosely. Soundlessly, they develop taller, unseen advance, Boys turning into males soundlessly, in a trance. Properties of boys, every coronary heart room in bloom, The place solar and moon coexist in secret fume. At occasions, these whispers trip the wind, Tickling souls of the pure-eyed, a curious hind.

Come forth, the world that stretches out in a cut up second

Seville

Did I lastly see what ought to by no means be seen?

The eyes that observe the soiled cash

It was a begging look with none emotion

The romance to assuage my travel-weary soul is distant,

And the soulless efficiency of a impolite, outdated musician

Sticks in my throat like an unfamiliar overseas dish.

Carrying a toddler on her again, begging for meals,

The deep, desolate eyes of a beggar girl

Resonate as a distant wail within the faraway streets of this overseas land.

delusion

The outdated

plum tree

a few flowers

made

Each Flood has its Ebb

Each Flood has its Ebb

be confined

to a delusion

The place did all

coronary heart beats

on the planet

go