Mirrored Minds: A Thousand Years of Korean Verse​ by 9788993360486 - HTML preview

Till the Peonies Bloom

I wait for spring,

for the peonies to bloom;

on the day the peonies fall

I bury myself in the sorrow of spring’s demise.

On a day in May, hot and humid,

when the fallen petals lie withered on the ground,

my burgeoned hopes collapse:

all peony trace is gone from heaven and earth.

I have 360 days to mourn.

I wait for sorrow’s bright spring,

for the peonies to bloom again.