?? Wilderness - Lee Yuksa
까마득한 날에
In the beginning of the time
하늘이 처음 열리고
when the sky opened for the first time
어데 닭 우는 소리 들렸으랴
Where would there be a cock crow?
모든 산맥들이
though all the mountains
바다를 연모해 휘달릴 때도
yearned and ran for the seas
차마 이곳을 범하던 못하였으리라
they couldn't dare offend this place
끊임없는 광음을
through the endless lights and sounds
부즈런한 계절이 피어선지고
the dilligent seasons bloomed and waned
큰 강물이 비로소 길을 열었다지금 눈 나리고
Finally the big river has opened the way,
매화향기 홀로 아득하니내 여기 가난한 노래의 씨를 뿌려라
for a lone apricot flower to give off its fragrance
I spray the seeds of my poor songs of poems here
다시 천고의 뒤에
again in some millenia years
백마 타고 오는 초인이 있어
there will be a super human arriving on a white horse
이 광야에서 목놓아 부르게 하리라
to make me wail in this wilderness
poem by Sangnam Nam
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The Song at Cock-Crow
1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!
The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
(Because of his wickedness) when the cock crew!
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If it's a cock it will crow and crow, if it's a chicken it will peck its hip.
In the Beginning
In the beginning was the Word…
what’s a beginning, then?
a beginning, perhaps, not in time;
a beginning, perhaps, with time itself;
in our time, the recognition’s all;
beginning known within our being;
being that is beyond beginning;
and so, always being; always beginning..
so, in the beginning – is - the Word..
the Word, a sound? yet heard before the ear;
a speaking and a listening,
waiting to be heard…
the Word, finding for itself a time;
finding for itself a place;
a wakening; a becoming;
for this, we know:
a beginning; a becoming;
the word becomes, as things become;
every word is a becoming;
that, the yogis hear;
that, poets listen for;
that spurs all philosophers;
every becoming is the Word;
every word is a becoming.
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Broiled Fish
Broiled fish and honey,
Can a cock crow and not be heard? !
Black as coal and red as rose,
Salted with love for the light to shine in the darkness!
And like a voice being heard from afar.
Broiled fish and honey,
Green as leaves and salted with love;
And let him or her who reads understand this muse,
For the cock will crow again to our hearing.
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Loss of Time
A forgotten time
A forgotten society
A forgotten land
A forgotten people
A time of peace
A time of war
A time of grieving
A time of celebration
A time of loss
A loss of knowledge
A loss of dignity
A loss of loved ones
A loss of sanity
A loss of peace
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A beginning of new life
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The Crow and The Butterfly
Ever wonder why the Crow chases the Butterfly?
Have you ever heard the Crow let out it's cry?
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It's quite the interesting story, I had to pry..
The Butterfly's beauty, the Crow's will never match.
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If you are good enough to get a Butterfly, that is quite a catch.
Get a Crow somehow and it gets thrown right back out to the patch.
The Crow has had it so much easier than the Butterfly.
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Corw
Singing
on
Day time
At tree...
No
Any budy watch
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Crow and Moon
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On the sky...
Moon asking
Crow...
'Your clour was
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In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
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In the beginning, in the beginning.
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In the beginning, long time ago.
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Old Jim Crow
Ron vander groef, jackie alper, nina simone
Old jim crow
Where you been baby
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Its all over now
Old jim crow
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Old jim crow
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Crows Words
Crow and
Crow...
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For the last time
The first time I fell in love with a man he abused my heart.
The last time I was held was the last time I was held really tight.
The last time I said I love you to a man, he said it back to me.
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The last time I opened my heart I was afraid to leave it open.
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The last time I loved was the last time I really lived.
So for the last time I close my heart and wait to die.
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Sonnet: one can remain good
Though lillies send their fragrance up the air,
They never take the mal-odor from it;
And righteous men too spend their lifetimes fair;
God blesses them to remain always fit.
The world abounds in evils and vices;
A tree can grow well even near a rock!
An open mind takes in good advices;
Sometimes these days, forgets to crow, the cock!
And every day to some appears busy;
There is no time to think about one’s soul;
Some spend their lives, remaining too lazy;
Some never know their aims or set a goal.
Yet, time will fleet, no matter what you do!
On Reckoning-day, the Lord will query you.
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Where there is a cock the chicken will not crow.
Every cock will crow upon his own dunghill.
Daylight will come, though the cock do not crow.