The empty body
My soul evaporated is a
Yellow warm-eaten-broad leaf tree,
Fallen down feebly,
Describing a parabola,
Under the last Autumn sky.
In wandering the valley of the death
In a rage of the body like desperation
All of a sudden,
If being a wanderer who is leaving
Long long, far and far away,
The outrageous portrait of mine
Turns transparent like the twilight sunshine.
by Ha seung moo