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Three Poems

Three Poems K O U N pongt'ae You and I vied for first place in grade school. You were from a rich house had really nice clothes your five buttons were always shining bright and every day a boiled egg snuggled bright in your lunch box where the white rice was only sprinkled with barley; but you were never boastful, oh no, not by so much as a finger-paring. We had a paddy field just beside yours. Let's you and I get on well together, you said, and gave me dried rice cakes. But Pongt'ae, first your father died when the Reds pulled back north, then you were dragged off by the local people; you died in a cave in Halmi Mountain, you died shot by a black u.n. soldier. One moonlit night in a dark cave you died. Pongt'ae, ah, I could do nothing to save you, though you were sixteen and I was sixteen. moonless night No moon up yet the two hundred miles between you and me shine bright all night long. That dog that'll die tomorrow doesn't know it's going to die. It's barking fiercely. sunlight It's absolutely inevitable! So just take a deep breath and http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Three Poems

Ko, Un
Manoa , Volume 18 (1) – Aug 3, 2006
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K O U N pongt'ae You and I vied for first place in grade school. You were from a rich house had really nice clothes your five buttons were always shining bright and every day a boiled egg snuggled bright in your lunch box where the white rice was only sprinkled with barley; but you were never boastful, oh no, not by so much as a finger-paring. We had a paddy field just beside yours. Let's you and I get on well together, you said, and gave me dried rice cakes. But Pongt'ae, first your father died when the Reds pulled back north, then you were dragged off by the local people; you died in a cave in Halmi Mountain, you died shot by a black u.n. soldier. One moonlit night in a dark cave you died. Pongt'ae, ah, I could do nothing to save you, though you were sixteen and I was sixteen. moonless night No moon up yet the two hundred miles between you and me shine bright all night long. That dog that'll die tomorrow doesn't know it's going to die. It's barking fiercely. sunlight It's absolutely inevitable! So just take a deep breath and

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Published: Aug 3, 2006

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