Flower Photo Lab

I write to you / Chun Yang-hee

I wrote to you that flowers bloomed
I write to you that the flowers have fallen.
My heart to you
It's already a road.
A shoe is worn out on the road first.

The leaves bloomed where the flowers lost. I wrote it for you
I write to you that there is a bird sitting on the leaf.
My heart to you
It's already been my life.
At last my life was weathered.

The book, published by Kyobo Bookstore, contains beautiful eyes and writings that have been written on the Gwanghwamun message board for a long time.

Today, I transcribed this poem, which was the first of its kind. It is a poem by poet Chun Yang-hee called "I write to you" If you read the poem, you can see why it was introduced in this book as the first poem to introduce spring.

I think it is a poem suitable for a very cold spring just out of winter. It seems like a good poet to welcome the energy of the first spring that passes for a while, which involves the process of the heart of waiting building up like heavy snow throughout the winter and then melting down in the warm sunlight.

I write to you / Chun Yang-hee

According to the poet, the meaning of the word flower is poetry, life, and a symbol of hope. Or it is another name for longing.

너에게 쓴다 / 천양희

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.

The poem I uploaded today is based on my experience. I've wanted to take a picture of my hometown in a lot of heavy snow for a long time. It was a long time ago when I started to imagine this. I still go down there sometimes, but I couldn't see snow every time. Because it doesn't snow that often here.

So I have always imagined and dreamed that my hometown is snowing and I take pictures of the snowy landscape.

But when I finally went down to my hometown in January this year, I met a heavy snowstorm. I felt so good, and I took pictures and videos then.

It was a moment when I felt really good and relaxed. It's something I'll never forget for the rest of my life.

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.

The author of the poem was written at the request of Henry James during World War I.

The person who commissioned the poem asked the poet to write it with political intent, but he did not refuse and delivered the contents of the poem in a poem that emphasized complete silence.

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

He's a very smart person.

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.

Russian is funny in pronunciation and beautiful in the shape of the letters, which I see.

Лунная ночь - Владимир Маяковский

Будет луна.

Есть уже

немножко.

А вот и полная повисла в воздухе.

Это бог, должно быть,

дивной

серебряной ложкой

роется в звезд ухе.

1916

I also transcribed an English translation of this poem. The poem is written in a very simple and concise style, and it is not difficult to understand the content.

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

I'm still not good enough to write very long sentences in Russian, but I'll keep learning the language and try to write a little longer. That's why I still like short texts more.

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

These days, Korea is experiencing a very deep winter. The economic situation is not good in politics, but there are many people who are facing the end of their lives due to the flu.
Perhaps that's why there are so many people in funeral homes and crematoriums that they have to wait for their turn.
It's really sad.

I went to the funeral because my relative passed away in the early fall of this year. I paid my respects and went to the crematorium together to attend the procession.
I had a lot of thoughts. I'm also not old, so I thought I might be the main character of that funeral soon.

What direction is my life going? Will the same thing happen if I imagine myself a year or a week from now? Or will it flow in a completely different direction?
It's a night where my thoughts grow.

장의차에 실려가는 꽃 / 정호승

모가지가 잘려도 꽃은 꽃이다

싹둑싹둑 모가지가 잘린 꽃들끼리 모여

봄이 오는 고속도로를 끌어안고 운다

인간을 위하여 목숨을 버리는 일만큼

더한 아름다움은 없다고

장의차 한쪽 구석에 앉아 울며 가는 꽃들

서로 쓰다듬고 껴안고 뺨 부비다가

차창에 머리를 기댄 채 마냥 졸고 있는

상주들을 대신해서 울음을 터뜨린다

아름다운 곡비(哭婢)다

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.