I was born outside of myself.
I could recall nothing, yet
without the least error
I began to vanish.
As I walked along the street
the memory of someone
made my hair stand on end.
Passers-by watched the sight
of my feet leaving the ground.
When my eyebrows and lips and even my shoulders
were vanishing impetuously yet quietly
someone suddenly
in some utterly remote place
looked back.
In the sunlight
I stretched both arms wide.
Lee Jang-wook (born 1986) South Korea
Translated by Brother Anthony
Source: Translations by Brother Anthony, of Taizé
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