of every peach tree in the garden.
Is the boy fetching a broom?
Does he mean to sweep them up?
Fallen flowers, but still they are flowers:
what need is there to sweep them?
“Love.” It is a lying word.
That you love me, another lie.
“The loved one is seen in dreams.”
That is still a greater lie.
How can I, who can never sleep,
hope to see you in my dreams?
Kim Sangyong (1571-1637)
If my tears were made of pearls,
I would catch them all and save them.
When you came back ten years later,
a jeweled castle should enthrone you.
But these tears leave no trace at all.
So I am left desolate.