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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... wing ? / Why are you turning , hurting my wing ? Why are you copying me ? / Why are you copying me ? You , crazy , / You , crazy , The dawn of the wings breaks from out Si d e In a corner , a giant mirror watches . Reply at an Unknown ...
... wing ? / Why are you turning , hurting my wing ? Why are you copying me ? / Why are you copying me ? You , crazy , / You , crazy , The dawn of the wings breaks from out Si d e In a corner , a giant mirror watches . Reply at an Unknown ...
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... wings . Strangled by indestructible sorrows , the tree chokes , pulling half of the future from a stony field . At the edge of a lazy farmer's field a vinyl bird still flaps its wings . From its body , the tree gathers transformation's ...
... wings . Strangled by indestructible sorrows , the tree chokes , pulling half of the future from a stony field . At the edge of a lazy farmer's field a vinyl bird still flaps its wings . From its body , the tree gathers transformation's ...
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... wings waste away ; only her beak stays sharp . This isn't living , she murmurs quietly . Where on earth has the sky gone that I can't reach it no matter how hard I try ? Unbearably light , I long to fly , but it's like life flung open ...
... wings waste away ; only her beak stays sharp . This isn't living , she murmurs quietly . Where on earth has the sky gone that I can't reach it no matter how hard I try ? Unbearably light , I long to fly , but it's like life flung open ...
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