Self-portrait by Yun Dong-ju

Going round a mountain, alone I seek out a well, out-of-the-way in farm country,
and quietly look down.

Inside the well the moon is bright, the clouds flow by, the sky
spreads out, the blue wind blows, and there is fall.

And there is a young man.
Somehow the young man turns hateful.

Thinking as I return, the young man becomes pitiful.
When I go back to look again, the young man is there just as before.

Again the young man turns hateful.
Thinking as I return, I begin to miss the young man.

Inside the well the moon is bright, the clouds flow by, the sky
spreads out, the blue wind blows, there is fall,
and the young man is there like a memory.

(translated from the Korean by geul)

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