Classic Poem

Again last night
at a country inn
crows cried at the dawn.

Today
how many miles
again lead where?

Away to the mountains,
to the plains?
With no place that calls me
I go nowhere.

Don't talk of my home,
Chongju, Kwaksan,
while the train and the boat go there.

Hear me, wild geese in the sky:
Is there a road in the air
that you travel so sure?

Hear me, wild geese in the sky:
I stand at the center of the crossroads.
Again and again the paths branch,
but no way is mine.