[Afternoon Poem] In Yeosu / Jeong Jinhyeok

When the emotion created by pulling you feels distant

When you are neither yet nor next

I go to Yeosu

In Yeosu, camellias become a single unit

"You should see about two camellias before you go

The wind at Odongdo always feels like three camellias"

People say it in red

Leaving you alone behind

Yesterday, I hung six camellias

Leaning on your sorrow with the sharp taste of Gatkimchi

If I had slept about five camellias

Engraving your back into the sea, I wait for the sunrise at Hyangiram

Camellia, camellia, the gathering eyes

Are red and beautiful

This morning, within the vivid outline of redness

I cried seven camellias

■ This year, I did not see camellias. I also did not see the titmouse under the camellias. No, actually, I might have glimpsed it. But I do not remember. That is how I spent March and April. During that time, magnolias bloomed and withered, and dandelions scattered. I think I saw two Korean butterflies, but I do not know where they flew away. The violets are now fading into purple, and the lilacs try to hide their fragrance among the leaves. However, I could not stand beside them even for a moment. And I could not think of you. Only after reading this poem did I suddenly remember you. I barely recalled those days and feelings that were as red as camellias. I feel like crying "seven camellias." Poet Chaesangwoo

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