Heart's Agony: Selected Poems of Chiha Kim (Human Rights by Chiha Kim

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Cabbage head! dance and sing Until early dawn strides back along with the wind. ,a bang between molars And wild dogs keep barking in a distant forest unseen, Every mountain brook runs blood-red And my heart still burns, Burns red and white again and again. 44 CHJHA KIM IN THE DARKNESS Someone calls to me In the darkness, From the iron bars of the cell across from mine. The darkness is rusty red. Two glowing eyes in that darkness Call silently to me. Phlegmy breathing calls to me. Someone calls to me On this day when rain sprinkles softly from the low grey sky Though the sounds of doves cooing on the roof, The sounds of keys, trumpets, and footsteps Drown the calls frequently, Somebody calls to me again and again Blood-stained, worn out underwear hanging from the windowsill, The crimson souls writhing so many nights in their cells, And the cries of mangled bodies All call to me and my blood With their soft silence.

Everything alive is dancing Sadly, miserably, endlessly. It is a country Where you are awakend by cold dew And the gong of an iron drum. Left at dawn without any destination It is a country to which, once you die, Your soul can never return Though your white·haired head enjoys The happy sound of heavenly springs The small pink feet of a baby Dancing lightly to the sound of a spring And my memory of kissing you Are now drowned by the silence of the scorching day Leaving me ,with only a suffocating thirst In which I am fated to die Crying and raving mad.

Here, unless you wear gloves, You cannot even hold another's hands Because they become daggers in your palm·. Dust falls on your chest And silently petrifies In these dry November streets Where only your protesting, mysterious eyes glow. Oh! these silent stre,ets. 54 CHIHA KIM THE EMPTY MOUNTAIN No one Climbs the empty mountain Anymore On the lonely naked mountain The sun and wind collide and wail But after we are gone to dust Even a hearse can't take us away From the empty mountain. Too wearying and hard Is the day's struggle.

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