Jeong Ho-seung's poem (43)

For the sake of vanishing things

I am vanishing into my

poorest smile.

The water I always used to drink

on some thirsty street

took even my tears and vanished into the ground

and the bird that used to fly up into my breast, dazzling,

took my broken wings and vanished into the sky.

Now, together with the horizon vanishing

beyond the horizon on lonely evening shores

even all my dreams of becoming a human being

vanish into dreams;

On a corner of Pimatkol alley

in dark Seoul,

only the starlight remains,

deeply pooled in the night footprints of the drunkards;

it alone does not vanish

but suddenly grows drunk.

In a world of transience and loss, what enduring happiness can there be, and where are we to find it if not in drunken starlight?

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