Echoing Song: Contemporary Korean Women PoetsPeter H. Lee White Pine Press, 2005 - 304 ˹éÒ Echoing Song presents the work of 20 contemporary Korean women poets active from the 1970s to the present. Each poet is represented with 10 to 15 poems reflecting the range of their poetic development. This anthology demonstrates the originality and variety of modern Korean women's poetry. The poets include Yi Hyangji, No Hyangnim, Ch'on Yanghui, Kang Ungyo, Mun Chonghui, Yi Kyongnim, Ko Chonghui, Ch'oe Sungja, Kim Sunghui, Kim Chongnam, Yi Chinmyong, Kim Hyesun, No Hyegyong, Hwang Insuk, Chong Hwajin, Yi Yonju, Yi Sanghui, Pak Sowon, Ho Sugyong and Na Huidok. Peter Lee is a professor of Korean studies at ULCA and has translated over 20 books. |
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... break stride and water leaps . The path links and breaks like a whistle . Wind escapes through the nineteen - hole briquet furnace , mildew flowers , in full bloom , a baby with dysentery's glassy eyes dies . Sounds of rain carve space ...
... break stride and water leaps . The path links and breaks like a whistle . Wind escapes through the nineteen - hole briquet furnace , mildew flowers , in full bloom , a baby with dysentery's glassy eyes dies . Sounds of rain carve space ...
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... breaks . The solid glass of the kitchen window breaks it . I see another knife get bigger . I feel I'm beginning to want to sharpen it . I think I want to run to Grandmother's grave carrying the knife's wash water . Grandmother's sunken ...
... breaks . The solid glass of the kitchen window breaks it . I see another knife get bigger . I feel I'm beginning to want to sharpen it . I think I want to run to Grandmother's grave carrying the knife's wash water . Grandmother's sunken ...
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... The glass window shatters to pieces by itself , and the gravity inside the mirror breaks . Oh , to be worthy of a lefty's name , where should I aim my firery round ? YK Yi Sanghûi ( b . 1960 ) Why I Write 249 The Bread and I /
... The glass window shatters to pieces by itself , and the gravity inside the mirror breaks . Oh , to be worthy of a lefty's name , where should I aim my firery round ? YK Yi Sanghûi ( b . 1960 ) Why I Write 249 The Bread and I /
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