If from today
Your life was to be played back in reverse
So I could see it set out day by day
Our years together, kisses, fights,
Our first date
You on the day before we met
You as a boy
A baby boy
A pre-born baby in your mother’s womb
In full vie...
Give me bile,
throat-cast to scald the tongue,
the lips, the esophagus,
the peach skin of my eyelids
closed to the images from
the stories my father
read from the newspaper of
the tragedy of Socrates
written in statistical hemlock
The Yalu River is cold.
I can imagine the rumbling
despite standing away
from a bush of rape flowers that shining
The head of it lies in those limpid valleys; the tail
of it goes to that vague ocean.
The wind of the Yalu River is cold,
the passengers o...