Rainbow
 
In this land one poet
blossomed – a wild flower,
played in the wind, then went away.
 
He enjoyed the songs of crickets and birds,
enjoyed even more
the sturdy fin-strokes
of minnows, neighborly, kin-like.
 
The world of wild greenery
where cool drops of dew hang, many-hued jewels
— it’s so full of tenderness.
 
 
Written in Pyongchon
November 23, 2001
 
Translated by Brother Anthony