9) Cheoseo*
Wolran Kim
Just like rain, just like an empty pot
It is raining, and you are leaving
Wondering why my eyes are as cold as the wind of a poor harvest
Dew falls like the sign of my water breaking
I, just as usual
Wear autumn, with long sleeves
Like a mosquito who has a crooked mouth from swallowing up the cold
My ribs are hollow and my words are lost
There is nothing to do, such as watering the rice paddies
My eyes dry my books
You, who comes riding the cricket’s back
Are just crying
Wrinkled people who weed the mind of the earth
Tidy up graves on dead land because they know when it grows dark
The world goes on with no feet
Becoming a weakened hot wind
Be loved you are leaving
* Cheoseo: One of the 24 seasonal divisions, around August 23rd. The hot weather dies down around this time.