Poems from "Blackbird'

PANORAMA Before opting, before whichever road, the current scrapes the sound of rocks, light, leaf litter. The wind, neither northerly nor southerly, clears life on an indefinite point, dry thistles on clay. Man creates a city in his mind, offers his exhaustion, the rainwater, electricity which snakes through cables. Later defeats the evidence, graduates from […]



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Neither Madame, nor Mademoiselle

You understand, don't you? This strange feeling that consumes you when you look in the mirror and don’t recognize the person in front of you.


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From A Greater Music

From 에세이스트의 책상; Translated by Deborah Smith


Room 10

“The doctors don’t know which disease Niza has. Limp-handed, they lay their needles to her numb limbs.”


I Looked For You

“I landed on this island late in the day. From the ferry, I watched the harbor approaching, and the small white town perched around the Venetian-style castle, and I thought, maybe he’s here.”