The Russian poem I transcribed this time is that of Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. 

This poem makes me guess that the title is heart-wrenching.
At first, I praise the mysterious nature, but the moment I turn to myself, I return to compassion and worry about myself. I think this may be an expression of the feelings everyone is experiencing.
And in the end, I think it's about comforting yourself while breathing with this beautiful nature.

I actually transcribed this poem last year, but I'm transcribing it again this year.
I'm not sure why, but I found this poem again while looking for a poem I wanted to transcribe.
It is said that you can read good poems many times. So, I think it's good to savor the deep meaning once again.

This photo was taken on a trip that I went on for a while this winter. I was thinking about what to post, and it might have been better if it were a large landscape picture of Mother Nature, just looking at the title and content, but I thought that the moment of the haenyeo getting into the sea might suit me well.

I thought one movement in the calm sea was like moving the mind.

Выхожу один я на дорогу...

Выхожу один я на дорогу...

Стихотворение Михаила Лермонтова

Выхожу один я на дорогу;

Сквозь туман кремнистый путь блестит;

Ночь тиха. Пустыня внемлет богу,

И звезда с звездою говорит.

В небесах торжественно и чудно!

Спит земля в сияньи голубом...

Что же мне так больно и так трудно?

Жду ль чего? жалею ли о чём?

Уж не жду от жизни ничего я,

И не жаль мне прошлого ничуть;

Я ищу свободы и покоя!

Я б хотел забыться и заснуть!

Но не тем холодным сном могилы...

Я б желал навеки так заснуть,

Чтоб в груди дремали жизни силы,

Чтоб дыша вздымалась тихо грудь;

Чтоб всю ночь, весь день мой слух лелея,

Про любовь мне сладкий голос пел,

Надо мной чтоб вечно зеленея

Тёмный дуб склонялся и шумел.

In the meantime, I've been too busy at work to post much. In the future, I'm going to write more articles and pictures.

An early morning village with white snow

An early morning village with white snow  By idea0404

Sitting by the window of the cold early morning bus
When I close my eyes, it unfolds
the scenery of the hometown village with white snow
imagine, remember, and miss
miss so much again

a piece of memory that became so small
the fear of not being able to go there again
be as thin and sharp as a dry grain

Nevertheless, in January of this year
Imagination becomes a painting
the piece of memory becomes a picture
It's piled up in my heart one by one

Still, it's a great feeling for me that the picture and writing can go well together.
I expect a lot of changes for me this year. I think these good lucks can come together and help me get on my way.

An early morning village with white snow By idea0404

 

This poem I transcribed today is a bit of an interesting one. 

It reminds me of the political situation I am experiencing in Korea these days and the political and economic changes that arise as the current president of the United States changes.

It's a poem that's rebellious, not rebellious

He's a very smart person.

On being asked for a War Poem

On being asked for a War Poem

William Butler Yeats 

I think it better that in times like these
A poet's mouth be silent, for in truth

We have no gift to set a statesman right;

He has had enough of meddling who can please

A young girl in the indolence of her youth,

Or an old man upon a winter's night.

These days, the Republic of Korea is also suffering from numerous losses due to extreme political fights, and the situation in the country is also unstable. Only when we sort this out quickly and find a new path can we find stability. Here in Korea, we are in a state of great anxiety, discomfort, and crisis.

 

On being asked for a War Poem 02

These days, I want to go out to the cathedral and pray. Please give us wisdom so that I can get through this difficulty wisely.

🙏🙏🙏🙏

 I'm studying Russian again these days. I stopped after learning for a long time, but I started practicing letters and conversations again.

Moonlit night - Vladimir Mayakovsky

Moonlit Night

The moon is emerging.

It going to be here

soon.

Now, it hangs in the air, full and stark.

That is probably God,

with a divine

silver spoon,

groping in the fish-soup of stars.

1916

 The poem I transcribed today is a poem titled [Flower being carried in a funeral car] by poet Jeong Ho-seung.

장의차에 실려가는 꽃 / 정호승

This time, I'm going to deal with a poem about heaven. It's very short and concise, but it depicts heaven as a beautiful place. Also, he doesn't think living in heaven will be fun or happy.

I went to heaven   By Emily Dickinson

I went to heaven,
'T was a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with down.
Stiller than the fields
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.

For many religions, heaven is the most ideal area, it is also called paradise, and it is the most perfect place to be religiously imagined.
On a snowy day like today, I think it may look like a beautiful place where white snow has fallen and turned white.

I went to heaven

The original manuscript

I went to heaven  By Emily Dickinson / Color

I went to heaven  By Emily Dickinson / B&W

I received one email today that said I won two Honourable Mentions at Tokyo International Foto Awards.  I applied for two works for this year's 2024 contest and I'm so happy to receive both awards. I'm a little upset because I received only one email even though I received two awards.  🤣😂

The title of the first piece is Come Out of The Shade Into The Sun

The content of the writing at the bottom is like this.

This year, I welcomed a new morning in my life. I post it here because the flower in the picture looks like it has bloomed in the morning when it opens a new dawn.

I have been photographing as a hobby and I am active in Guri,Korea. For my own expression method, I take various flower photos and use a scanner to work on photography. So a small flower in the soil became a pleasant secret in my heart.

You can see the second picture below.

The writing below is like this.

In my dream, I saw walking on the field path of autumn. It wasn't that sunny, but I think only good things will happen if I walk along the path where the cosmos is blooming.

I have been photographing as a hobby and I am active in Guri,Korea. For my own expression method, I take various flower photos and use a scanner to work on photography. So a small flower in the soil became a pleasant secret in my heart.

            ▶▶   https://www.tokyofotoawards.jp/winners/hm/2024/11981/

Anyway, today is a very good day. The economy is bad these days and the situation in our country is unstable, but I hope many good things will happen this year.  🙏

This poem that I've just posted here is a poem that I wrote in early December.

As I watched this process, I thought that the emergency martial law failed as a result of our nation's soldiers protesting against orders from illegal and unreasonable superiors and failing to follow directions properly.

On that cold winter night, I wrote down this poem, imagining that these soldiers would have hesitated and balked very much at the orders of their irrational superiors.

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My disobedience_20241203

​heart-wrenching cold wind
leaning his helmet against the rattling window
with a deep sigh
Tightened my boots with all my strength
Couldn't take a step further

​Knew I was suffocating
Have the strength to stand in my place and endure it
Thought it would break like a wilted flower
That heavy step
It's been a slow, slow walk

​_ You are not guilty

My disobedience_20241203

I linked a Cosmos photo here. I picked a photo that was a tiny, slender flower but looked like it was rebelling.

2024 was a year full of many changes and great twists and turns for me, and I think the Republic of Korea also had a very difficult time. Our country could have sunk with just one mistake. The people of the Republic of Korea and the National Assembly ran to Yeouido to prevent this, and the soldiers of the country defended the democracy that their seniors had built up under the name of mutiny.


In that sense, I wrote down this humble article.