Poems of Kim Eun-sim (South Korea)

 


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Poetess Ms. Kim Eun-sim has received the Global Literary Award and the Grand Prize of the Hwang Jin-i Literary Award. She has also published her poetry collection, Seed.

In addition to her literary career, she is the CEO of Seed Jewelry in Bundang and works as a jewelry designer. She also serves as a board member of the Korean Jewelry Association and is a member of the Korea Music Copyright Association.

 

 

Measuring Height in the Barley Field

 Kim Eun-sim


In the barley field,

green leaves rise from every furrow.

As if asking, “Which of us will grow taller?”

they grow, each striving to outgrow the other.

 

One by one, their slender heads rise,

dreaming of waves of gold beneath the early summer sun.

They gather handfuls of sunlight in their tender leaves,

and little by little, they grow taller and fuller.

 

Through every furrow of the barley field,

a long green wave stretches into the distance,

and in the farmer’s heart, too,a fruitful dream begins to ripen.

 

Waiting for the day of a bountiful harvest.

 

 


Like Flowing Water

 Kim Eun-sim


I accept it all like flowing water,

without hesitation

sorrow, pain, and despair.

If they have come to me

 

what could they be but encounters from a distant former life?

Having endured those endless ages of time,

how fortunate I was to be able to call you

my beloved,

even if only by a thread of connection between us.

 

I embrace the ties of past, present, and future lives,

and long to weave again

the bonds that we could not fully complete.

 

If it is in this life, all the better.

Even if it must wait until the next, I shall have no regrets.

 

On an autumn day, to my beloved

 

 

 

The Caterpillar in a Flowerpot

 Kim Eun-sim


I look upon the world inside a small flowerpot,

as though that little pot were the whole wide world.

A caterpillar lives inside a tiny flower

 

so small that I can hardly see it.

And yet, how wondrous it is.

It lives its life as though it were living in the whole world.

How mysterious

within that little flowerpot, it lives its world as though it were the vast universe.

 

To live within this small world is itself a great miracle.

To treat the small as though it were great,

and the great as though it were small,

I, too, will live my life that way.

 

 



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