I just received Heui's AMAZING illustration in the mail a few days ago, set to Korean poet Yoon Dong-Ju 's poem:
Prologue
Let me have no shame
Under the heaven
Till I die
Even the sound of wind
Passing the leaves
Pained my heart
With a heart singing stars
I will love all dying things
And I must step my path
That's been given to me
Tonight also
The wind sweeps past among the stars
Heui's illo is a beautiful vision of a beautiful poem :)
Your lynx-eyes, Asia,
spy on my discontent;
they lure into the light
my buried self,
something the silence spawned,
no more to be endured
than the noon sun in Termez.
Pre-memory floods the mind
like molten lava on the sands...
as if I were drinking my own tears
from the cupped palms of a stranger's hands.
-- 1945
I tried out painting on this thin sheet of birch wood
We both wrote our translated poems on the back of the artwork! (and they both seemed to be very emotional poems...ahaha)
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