(I and the Village, painting by Marc Chagall)
In Chagall’s village it snows in March.
The newly risen vein on the temple
of the young man, standing hoping for spring,
Caressing the shivering, newly risen vein
on the temple of the young man
the snow, with thousands and tens of thousands of wings,
comes down from the sky and covers
the chimneys and roofs of Chagall’s village.
When it snows in March
in Chagall’s village fruits the size of mouse droppings
once again turn the color of olives
and at night the women folk
start the loveliest fire of the year
in the fire pit.
(translated from the Korean by geul)