Category Archives: Poetry

Wind and earth draw their veil over the age of Kali,and vision falters. The wind rises—not with gentleness,but with a fierce intent,scouring the plains cleanwith truths long neglected.The earth shudders,not in labor, but in burial,covering the age in dustand unbroken … Continue reading →

She is smiling. After all has been trampled past,the sound of a woman’s back collapsing. Oh, embers drifting on a dried-up river— Joy that seeped inwardcrumbles into white dust,and here, in the night that remains,you must still be smiling. You … Continue reading →

웃고 있다. 모두 밟고 지난 뒤 여인의 등이 무너지는 소리 마른 강물에 떠가는 불씨들이여! 안으로 스며든 기쁨이 하얗게 무너져 여기 남은 밤으로 아직 웃고 있어야 하는 넌 네 얼굴을 모른다. © 윤 태헌, 1980 봄

맨손이다 가슴만한 물속으로 뒷켠에 걸어 두었던 옷벗는 소리가 능선을 따라 미끄러졌다. 허공도 모자라 흔들리는 어깨넘어 함성으로 온다. 하나뿐인 미망의 뜰에 쏟아지는 마른 장마여! 배 떠난 저믄 늪에 겨울 한 올씩 풀고 있는 길목만 쓰러져있다. © 윤 태헌, 1980 (*5.18 광주 … Continue reading →

Bare hands. Into a pool no larger than the heart,the sound of letting go slips down the ridgewhere garments once rested on the back. Even emptiness is insufficient—past the shiver of the shoulders,a single cry breaks loose. Only one—pouring into … Continue reading →

Sound II, Ocean Tone A single thread of light slips through the door—it paints the ceiling, soft and sure. Before the time has come,no matter which path I choose or leave behind,I say,“At last, I have arrived. All is ready.” … Continue reading →

When the wind blows,the creek’s waters climb against their course.Each time,dry palms of red, blue, and yellowcreak along the riverbed,their path growing ever more confused. The faces of a year slip from my fingertips,unfurling into dawn’s mist,veiling the forest—until the … Continue reading →