Tag Archives: Poetry

“River of the East”

Posted on October 23, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

© TaeHun Yoon, 1979 A black serpent wore the weight of a week’s rebirth around its neck.It had been struck, cast into the stillness of the wild. The ground ran red with blood,and the city reeked of burning flesh and … Continue reading →

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Struggle

Posted on October 7, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

© TaeHun Yoon, 1994, then 2025 The graveyard sleeps beneath a shroud of clouds.For twenty years it has grown — not in stones, but in the hearts of those who cannot forget.There, in the middle of its silence, stands a … Continue reading →

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Is This What Passes?

Posted on September 28, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

© TaeHun Yoon Among the living,a heart is always knotted—yet never lost.It threads itselfthrough the secret hems of time. A child cries for milk,and the moment fogs,like breath upon glass.Every toy feels like mine,just after the first step,when the world … Continue reading →

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“October’s Shaman Dance”

Posted on September 26, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

The shaman threads the moon on high,A silver knot in midnight sky.She spins beneath its haunted glow,Where truth and shadow come and go. The willow drinks from steel’s sharp tongue,Its roots still hum the songs unsung.A borrowed light, a fleeting … Continue reading →

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“Final Diagnosis”

Posted on September 24, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

At Auschwitz,when fleeing,one had to leave behindthe present day. “Live in the past,and flee into the futureswifter than light.Once again,I will meet myself—a younger self,to whom at leastI ascend.” This was the directionYi-Sang* revealedin his Notes on the Line:a fierce … Continue reading →

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1971 Autumn

Posted on August 22, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Sleep unfinished drifts into sleep again,and before my wandering truly ends,my feet are drawn toward a house of gathering. The cries of Biafra echo in my ears,yet they do not slay the truths that have aged within me.The images of … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Cicadas

Posted on August 20, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

(Parsonage Letter: Story of the Four O’Clock Flower, Ninth)© Wanhee Yoon, 1995 A few days ago, while eating breakfast, I found myself gazing out the window at the thick summer greenery. Then suddenly, from outside, came the loud chorus of … Continue reading →

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Before and After

Posted on August 18, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

The spinning top—still,yet burning like the sun. An open fieldwith roots layeredfor a thousand years,silent,as if the earth itselfwere waiting. The sea did not cool—it flared,a mass of fire,an ocean swallowing its own horizon. Faces collapsed,masks shattered,falling into ocher clay.Dust … Continue reading →

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“Autumn Prayer, This Praise of Life”

Posted on August 16, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Parsonage Letter (Four O’Clock Flower Story, Part Five) © Wanhee Yoon, 2001 This autumn, my soul becomes a bird,Soaring across mountains and fields.How marvelous are the works of God!Ridges and meadows, rivers and valleysoverflow with the feast of blessings—a festival … Continue reading →

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1969.9.9.

Posted on August 15, 2025 by TaeHun Yoon

Beneath the tall stone embankmentby the elementary school beside my home,the sound of murky water trickling—the black, stagnant waterseeping from every cornerof the city of Present where I live. Deep in the mountain valley,where ancient trees and rocks keep watch,water … Continue reading →

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