Every morning
when I wake
I shake my brother
to and fro – his lungs are weak.
I know that Chul next door
went off to sleep for good.
Whenever mother is late
I tune my ears
to the lightest breeze.
I hold my breath
to count the hours.
I know that our water-lady
cut her own life short.
I know there are many paths in life
but just one choice for us:
to carry on.
Jang Jin-sung (born 1971) North Korea (now lives in South Korea)
Translated by Shirley Lee
Source: Scottish Poetry Library
Kind of you to share.
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