Spring Snow
                                              Jung Jee-Yong

At the moment I opened the window,
The far mountain coldly strikes my brow.

On the very morning of the first day
Of the spring season,

My forehead confronts, cool and bright,
The snow covered peak like a new experience.

As the ice cracking and the new wind following,
My white coat-tie smells good.

Ah! Like a dream, it’s sad
That I have survived in such a shrinking time.

The green parsley sprouts anew,
And the once motionless fishes mumble,

Before blossoming,  with the unseasonable snow,
I long to be cold again, putting off warm clothes.