A Wooden Horse and a Lady / Park Inhwan

A Wooden Horse and a Lady / Park Inhwan

 

Having a drink

We are talking of Virginia Woolf’s life

And the hem of a lady’s dress who has gone riding on a wooden horse.

It has disappeared into the autumn tinkling just its bells,

Leaving its owner behind A star falls from a bottle.

The heart-broken star is shattered lightly against my heart.

When the girl I kept in touch with for a while

Grows up by the grasses and trees in the garden,

Literature dies away and life fades out

And even the truth of love forsakes

The shadows of love and hate,

My beloved one on the wooden horse is not to be seen.

lt’s true that the days come and go

The time of us withers away to avoid isolation

And now we should say goodbye

Hearing the bottle falling by the wind,

We must look into the eyes of the old female novelist.

‥‥To the Lighthouse‥‥

Though the light is no more to be seen,

For the future of pessimism we cherish for nothing,

We must remember the mournful sounds of the wooden horse

Whether everything leaves or dies,

Even just with gripping the dim consciousness lighting up in the minds,

We must listen to the sorrowful tales of Virginia Woolf

Like a snake that has found its youth after creeping between the two rocks,

We must drink a glass of liquor with open eyes.

As life is not lonely

But just vulgar as the cover of a magazine,

Why do we apart for fear of something to regret.

When the wooden horse is in the sky

And its bells are tinkling at our ears,

When the autumn wind mourns hoarsely

In the fallen bottle of mine.