Smell(Poem) Day Twenty One By Kim Hyesoon. Grasshoppers, dragonflies, mosquitoes, and beetles hide The sky slipslips away high up The hills roll down to the bottom The frogs leap into the grave The phone rings You receive the pitch-black darkness before the call From the receiver the sound of darkness weeping the sound of wind escaping the trembling voice of torrential rain Night pours out from the showerhead As you reach out your hand to the plunging night the dead birds’ dark blood The unbearable reign of smell, except in death The unbearable disease of landscape, except in death Someone dead sits at the desk and crinkles paper A cold winter night for the people of the North Pole They gnaw on birds that have been buried in the ground wrapped in bearskin the red birds that smell like their own heads. Translated by Don Mee Choi. #KimHyesoon. #Poetry. #Poem. #SouthKoreanPoet. #SouthKoreanPoetry. #KoreanPoetry. #Literature. (at Samastipur) https://www.instagram.com/p/By0iNdSBN6A/?igshid=limsbi1rwpl0
