- Invention No. 12 in A-fl at major
for two voices
⌠ A scant handful, if I'd dared to touch.⌡ Tender, the young jindallaekkot,
⌠ Soft gray feathers, an olive undercoat,⌡ wild azalea, the kind which won't survive
⌠ spring green throat.⌡ transplanting. Or how I twisted
⌠ Bom chorok mok.⌡ and tore off branches, still leafless,
⌠ Blood still red against concrete,⌡ trusses of rose-purple scattering
⌠ cracked by the gingko's roots.⌡ as I lay them in the snow
⌠ Looking down to keep my footing⌡ at your feet,
⌠ I lost it, seeing you.⌡ to hem you in.
⌠ Upsujussuh.⌡ Still you disappeared.
⌠ Were you vireo, did you sing,⌡ Like Bede's swallow arrowing [End Page 70]
⌠ I am green, I am verdant,⌡ out of darkness,
⌠ I am fresh? Not knowing⌡ through the fire-lit hall
⌠ yet I swear, you were here, mattered⌡ straight back into winter storms.
⌠ still matter, even gone.⌡ Flickered, fluttered, gone. [End Page 71]
Hyejung Kook's poetry has recently appeared in The World I Leave you: Asian American Poets on Faith and Spirit (Orison Books, 2020), Half Mystic Radio, The Massachusetts Review, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and previously in Pleiades. A Kundiman fellow, Hyejung was born in Seoul, grew up in Pennsylvania, and now lives in Kansas with her husband and their two young children. As a Fulbright grantee, she spent a year teaching English at Bongmyeong Middle School in Cheongju, Korea. You can find her at hyejungkook.tumblr.com.