Poet Ahn Joo-cheol has not published many poems as Korean poets, but he is said to be a poet who constantly strives and challenges in academia.

I tried to transcribe this poem as a representative work in his recently published poetry collection.

Also, this poem was translated into English well, so I transcribed it together.

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Hamburg   By Ahn Joo Cheol

Translated by Jeanine Walker and Shim Jaekwan

Now I have a new hometown to die in and a new grave.

Now I have a far north European port

where I can touch the darkness for a long time.

Even though I recognize that the hometown

I was born in died before me and that a hometown

is nothing but a father,

even though I’m tired of living on the backs of stupid metaphors

and the tumbler on the shaking tips of my fingers is heavy,

the waves that count the age of the sea

flood onto the beach. I untie my mother’s bandage.

Blood-soaked gauze floods in.

The gauze turns away from me and comes rushing in.

Because my daughter’s hometown

is a faraway country where flowers bloom on the horizon,

I decide to forget the village where I was born and its shameful nationality.

Like giving water to a dead tree,

like leaning into a dead tree, my hand trembling,

I decide to forget.

Sitting on the seawall like a fish caught on a hook,

holding a boiled octopus while thinking about

a boiled seawall, I smirk. There may be sand

on my daughter’s toes, but the power of the waves

isn’t necessarily due to the age of the sand.

함부르크  By Ahn Joo Cheol

새롭게 죽을 고향과 새로운 무덤이 생겼다.

어둠을 오랫동안 만질 수 있는

머나먼 북구의 항구가 생겼다.

내가 태어난 고향이 나보다 먼저 죽어서

고향도 아버지에 불과하다는 걸

인정하게 되었지만

미련한 비유에 기대어 살기에도 지쳐서

잘게 떠는 손끝에 걸리는 술잔이 무거워서

해변으로 바다의 나이를 세는

파도가 밀려온다. 엄마의 붕대를 푼다.

피에 젖은 거즈가 밀려온다.

등을 돌리고 밀려온다.

내가 낳은 딸아이의 고향은

수평선 위에 꽃이 피는 먼 나라이기 때문에

내가 태어난 마을과 쑥스러운 국적을 잊기로 한다.

죽은 나무에 물을 주듯이

죽은 나무에 내 손의 떨림을 기울여주듯이

잊기로 한다.

방파제에 앉아 삶은 문어를 들고

삶은 방파제를 떠올리다 낚싯바늘에 걸린

잡어처럼 피식 웃는다. 딸아이의 발가락에

모래가 낀 것 같지만 파도가 센 것이 꼭

모래의 나이만은 아닐 것이다.

함부르크01  안주철

함부르크02  안주철

Reading this poem depicts a scene of complex feelings about life and reminiscing about memories of the past.
It seems to depict the feelings of a boy who has aged.

https://youtu.be/HkwUSKRIyXs    함부르크 필사

Dreams  /  Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams 

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

https://youtube.com/shorts/lWJmeeQUiPs

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Experiment06 B&W

The weather is so hot here in Korea these days. The sunlight is strong, but most of all, the humidity is high, so it feels hotter. So I remembered last winter in my head and suddenly wanted to see the winter photos, so when I printed them out, I noticed that I was changing little by little as I came across this poem.

Experiment24  B&W

Experiment24  Color

This time, I uploaded the picture first. When it's very hot these days, I like pictures like this. 

But the poem depicts the morning, and the picture was taken in the middle of the night. The time covered in the photo and the poem is different, but I think the atmosphere that comes out of these works is very similar.

Winter morning poem    By Ogden Nash

​Winter is the king of showmen,

Turning tree stumps into snow men

And houses into birthday cakes

And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white,

The world looks good enough to bite.

That's the season to be young,

Catching snowflakes on your tongue!

Snow is snowy when it's snowing.

I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.

🔽 a handwriting video 🔽

https://youtu.be/U0DgYeVrDhE

When I read this poem, I think that winter has come quickly and that it would be nice. Thank you so much for watching my transcription again this time. 🙏🙏

Winter morning poem  By Ogden Nash

Winter morning poem  By Ogden Nash

I don't really understand exactly what this poem means, but I guess some words and rhymes of this poem represent how beautiful this poem is.

I transcribed this poem with a fountain pen, and today, strangely, I really like the writing I wrote.

As I read this poem, I feel like I'm facing a playful child.

Ветер  /  Иннокентия Анненского

Люблю его, когда, сердит,

Он поле ржи задернет флёром

Иль нежным лётом бороздит

Волну по розовым озерам;

Когда грозит он кораблю

И паруса свивает в жгутья;

И шум зеленый я люблю,

И облаков люблю лоскутья...

Но мне милей в глуши садов

Тот ветер теплый и игривый,

Что хлещет жгучею крапивой

По шапкам розовым дедов.

* Дед, деды - репейник, чертополох.

Ветер

Ветер B&W

Experiment21 Ветер

Thank you so much for reading my writing again today. 🙏😅

▶▶ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLOEpCD7Xgo

🔽 Experiment21 🔽

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/06/transcription-of-laughing-song-by.html

 As I read this poem, I sympathize with the fact that the mental world ages slowly, but the body ages much faster than I thought. 

In fact, the content of this poem also seems to contain the poet's thoughts.

Thomas Hardy was a famous British novelist in the 19th century, and Tess of the d’Urbervilles(1891) was the most famous of his works.

I look into my glass

               ​                      Thomas Hardy

​I look into my glass,

And view my wasting skin,

And say, “Would God it came to pass

My heart had shrunk as thin!”

For then, I, undistrest

By hearts grown cold to me,

Could lonely wait my endless rest

With equanimity.

But Time, to make me grieve,

Part steals, lets part abide;

And shakes this fragile frame at eve

With throbbings of noontide.

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Experiment06  Color

This time, I transcribed it with Waterman's Hemisphere fountain pen. I feel good because it seems like a poem that goes well with green ink.

Jeong Ho-seung is a poet that I really like. I recently purchased an additional volume of this poet's poetry collection, and this poem was on the page where I opened the bookmark to it, so I tried to transcribe it.

절벽에 대한 몇가지 충고    정호승

절벽을 만나거든 그만 절벽이 되라

절벽 아래로 보이는 바다가 되라 

절벽 끝에 튼튼하게 뿌리를 뻗은

저 솔자기 끝에 앉은 새들이 되라

절벽을 만나거든 그만 절벽이 되라

기어이 절벽을 기어오르는 저 개미떼가 되라

그 개미떼들이 망망히 바라보는 수평선이 되라

누구나 가슴속에 하나씩 절벽은 있다

언젠가는 기어이 올라가야 할

언젠가는 기어이 내려와야 할

외로운 절벽이 하나씩 있다

- 정호승 시선집 [ 내가 사람하는 사람 ] 중에서

This poet writes poems that move people's hearts without using very difficult words.

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Next, I will post a link to the video I'm transcribing and the results.

절벽에 대한 몇가지 충고

▶▶ https://youtube.com/shorts/LkiFHhXrA0Y

And then I'm going to show you the original picture. The original picture was a very colorful blue hydrangea, but my editing gave it the meaning of a cliff.

Have a wonderful day 🙏🙏

 This poem talks about art very figuratively and implicitly. This artist praises art, giving it deep and profound meaning with very strong and direct words. I interpreted it as just cheering for artists who devote themselves to art, but not forgetting the advice.

The poem about this art was written by an American poet, novelist, and essayist named Herman Melville.

He had a hard time growing up due to his family circumstances, and he got a job as a sailor to make money, got on a boat, and had various experiences, and later wrote a very famous novel called Moby-Dick; or, The Whale based on these experiences. 

 Art         By Herman Melville

​In placid hours well-pleased we dream

Of many a brave unbodied scheme.

But form to lend, pulsed life create,

What unlike things must meet and mate:

A flame to melt - a wind to freeze;

Sad patience - joyous energies;

Humility - yet pride and scorn;

Instinct and study; love and hate;

Audacity - reverence. These must mate,

And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,

To wrestle with the angel - Art.

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Experiment06  B&W

컬러 원본

흑백 원본

Art  By Herman Melville

▶️▶️  https://www.youtube.com/shorts/XkthuAHOJBc