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The essence of lyric poetry that purifies the heartA poetry collection by poet Moon Tae-jun that showcases the essence of lyric poetry.
A simple and warm poem that embraces the hearts of people and nature, moving between winter and spring, fall and summer, gently purifies a confused and chaotic mind.
A book I want to give to those who, like flowers that "continue from the old spring to the new spring," have no birth or death date.March 1, 2022. Novel/Poetry PD Park Hyung-wook
Moon Tae-jun's masterpiece, showcasing the essence of lyric poetry.
Elegant poems filled with the good will to live in harmony with nature.
Moon Tae-jun, who has been loved by countless readers for showcasing the essence of lyric poetry with concise language and transparent images, has published his eighth poetry collection, “Morning Thinks,” through Changbi Poetry Selection.
In this poetry collection, published after four years, the poet delicately captures the cozy landscape of a world where nature and humans coexist.
The elegant poems, imbued with a profound gaze that observes the moments of life in the embrace of all living beings and a good heart that seeks to live in harmony with nature, evoke warm emotions.
As you read a poem created with the “language of effort” and the “heart of effort” (Kyung-soo Lee, commentary), following the poet’s warm breath, you will soon find yourself filled with a feeling of purification in both body and mind.
Elegant poems filled with the good will to live in harmony with nature.
Moon Tae-jun, who has been loved by countless readers for showcasing the essence of lyric poetry with concise language and transparent images, has published his eighth poetry collection, “Morning Thinks,” through Changbi Poetry Selection.
In this poetry collection, published after four years, the poet delicately captures the cozy landscape of a world where nature and humans coexist.
The elegant poems, imbued with a profound gaze that observes the moments of life in the embrace of all living beings and a good heart that seeks to live in harmony with nature, evoke warm emotions.
As you read a poem created with the “language of effort” and the “heart of effort” (Kyung-soo Lee, commentary), following the poet’s warm breath, you will soon find yourself filled with a feeling of purification in both body and mind.
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index
Part 1
flower
First memory
Tone
knell
Father and Cow
Father's sleep
Special taste
She looked at me
horizon
Bomsan
root
Stones and stone shadows
Autumn is over there
Mountain house
The early evening star appears
snowstorm
jar
Winter Postcard
line of vision
snow white
Part 2
Falling flowers
On the Jinintan Grassland
Day and night
I think in the morning
A house with a bird and a tangerine tree
spring rain
Volume
Swallow 1
Swallow 2
What kind of music are you in now?
potato
yawn
Meal money
In the autumn rain
At that time I
Every time I see the moon
First snow
Into the Snowman
Part 3
Flowers and Table
Every time I see white sand
parting
spring
When you come to a small pond where lotus flowers bloom
The summer rain has stopped
On an evening when the beetles cry
Foolishly
Good news
Bird
My Roof
Do you know the joy that grows bigger and bigger?
Spring news
Sangchun (賞春)
Oromi 1
Oromi 2
fairy tale (child?)
May
Part 4
March
Birds and Waves
to you
Wind and Tree
late autumn rain
My bust
June
Summer Mountain
Afternoon (餘音)
Last rain
Winter night
Fisherman's House
footprint
Ocean 1
Ocean 2
cradle
Gammun Nursing Home
New spring
Commentary | Lee Gyeong-su
Poet's words
flower
First memory
Tone
knell
Father and Cow
Father's sleep
Special taste
She looked at me
horizon
Bomsan
root
Stones and stone shadows
Autumn is over there
Mountain house
The early evening star appears
snowstorm
jar
Winter Postcard
line of vision
snow white
Part 2
Falling flowers
On the Jinintan Grassland
Day and night
I think in the morning
A house with a bird and a tangerine tree
spring rain
Volume
Swallow 1
Swallow 2
What kind of music are you in now?
potato
yawn
Meal money
In the autumn rain
At that time I
Every time I see the moon
First snow
Into the Snowman
Part 3
Flowers and Table
Every time I see white sand
parting
spring
When you come to a small pond where lotus flowers bloom
The summer rain has stopped
On an evening when the beetles cry
Foolishly
Good news
Bird
My Roof
Do you know the joy that grows bigger and bigger?
Spring news
Sangchun (賞春)
Oromi 1
Oromi 2
fairy tale (child?)
May
Part 4
March
Birds and Waves
to you
Wind and Tree
late autumn rain
My bust
June
Summer Mountain
Afternoon (餘音)
Last rain
Winter night
Fisherman's House
footprint
Ocean 1
Ocean 2
cradle
Gammun Nursing Home
New spring
Commentary | Lee Gyeong-su
Poet's words
Detailed image
Into the book
You go into the flower bud
Go down carefully
Please sit still.
and
Take a breath
Soft circumference and
Bright perimeter and
In three-dimensional joy
―Flower specialist
On white paper
Write a poem in black letters
Every day again
bow your head and look down
The sunlight illuminates these black letters
I will dig with the light
Tomorrow
I hope only snow remains
Anytime
The poem
for a moment
It was pouring down
If it were snow
―Full text of "Snow White"
I think about it every morning
Are there any fishing boats that haven't returned from the open sea?
Have you waited long enough for the crescent moon to recede?
I put aside my work as the engine of time for a moment and think about the morning.
The deep valley of a person who tosses and turns all night and cannot sleep
The dark dawn path of a man carrying a shovel and heading out to the farm road
A peddler's mother carrying a basket on her head and going to the market
And the morning speaks, spreading the sunlight like a mosque
No way, wake me up!
I wonder if the silence of the night and the story haven't been fully heard.
I reflect on whether I ended the night's prayer too briefly.
Morning speaks every day
Oh my gosh, this is amazing!
The morning, walking out of the night tunnel like a miner, speaks again
Turn your mind, congratulations on the opening
―Full text of "The Morning Speaks"
When I held my baby, a bell sounded on my chest. When I went to the field and stood alone under the plum tree, I became a ripe plum. When I climbed the hill to return to the village, I became a rolling wheel. As the storm passed, I heard the voice of the sky. With your heavy worries, I became you. On a quiet evening when I listened to my mother's words, I became someone's mother again.
―「At that time I」 Full text
To me, flowers have no birth or death date.
It just continues from the old spring to the new spring
Flower
Let's live with you
On this old dinner table where our poverty meets
Flowers look at us with the eternal eyes of God.
―Flowers and Tables
Like a kitten looking over a fence for the first time
Tender sprouts are emerging from the bulbs planted last year, poking through the soft soil.
Long Night
On one page
small candle
―Full text from "New Spring"
Go down carefully
Please sit still.
and
Take a breath
Soft circumference and
Bright perimeter and
In three-dimensional joy
―Flower specialist
On white paper
Write a poem in black letters
Every day again
bow your head and look down
The sunlight illuminates these black letters
I will dig with the light
Tomorrow
I hope only snow remains
Anytime
The poem
for a moment
It was pouring down
If it were snow
―Full text of "Snow White"
I think about it every morning
Are there any fishing boats that haven't returned from the open sea?
Have you waited long enough for the crescent moon to recede?
I put aside my work as the engine of time for a moment and think about the morning.
The deep valley of a person who tosses and turns all night and cannot sleep
The dark dawn path of a man carrying a shovel and heading out to the farm road
A peddler's mother carrying a basket on her head and going to the market
And the morning speaks, spreading the sunlight like a mosque
No way, wake me up!
I wonder if the silence of the night and the story haven't been fully heard.
I reflect on whether I ended the night's prayer too briefly.
Morning speaks every day
Oh my gosh, this is amazing!
The morning, walking out of the night tunnel like a miner, speaks again
Turn your mind, congratulations on the opening
―Full text of "The Morning Speaks"
When I held my baby, a bell sounded on my chest. When I went to the field and stood alone under the plum tree, I became a ripe plum. When I climbed the hill to return to the village, I became a rolling wheel. As the storm passed, I heard the voice of the sky. With your heavy worries, I became you. On a quiet evening when I listened to my mother's words, I became someone's mother again.
―「At that time I」 Full text
To me, flowers have no birth or death date.
It just continues from the old spring to the new spring
Flower
Let's live with you
On this old dinner table where our poverty meets
Flowers look at us with the eternal eyes of God.
―Flowers and Tables
Like a kitten looking over a fence for the first time
Tender sprouts are emerging from the bulbs planted last year, poking through the soft soil.
Long Night
On one page
small candle
―Full text from "New Spring"
--- From the text
Publisher's Review
Ecological Imagination: Practicing Solidarity in Care in the Pandemic Era
The poet guides us into distant childhood memories.
If we follow the poet's lead, we will get a glimpse into the secret of where Moon Tae-jun's poetry originated.
He confesses that when he was three years old and fell asleep on his older sister's back, he heard "My Sister's Low Song" (from "First Memory"), which led him into the world of poetry.
He also expresses compassion and respect for his old father as he recalls his father carrying a bundle of grass in the scenery of his childhood.
In this poetry collection, which is full of childhood experiences growing up with nature, flowers and birds appear frequently.
The poet shows the peak of becoming one with nature through the imagination of ‘becoming a plant’ and ‘becoming a bird.’
The poet shows us a world of empathy and solidarity, reminding us that all beings in the world are organically connected.
In the simple life of living together with all living things as a part of nature, the poet also feels “a joy that grows bigger and bigger” (“Do You Know the Joy That Grows Bigger”), “like a young bird expanding its world in the sky.”
Moon Tae-jun's poetry, imbued with ecological imagination, shows us the possibility of dreaming of a sustainable life in today's pandemic era.
In particular, in the title work, “Morning Thinks,” “morning” appears as the subject of the act of thinking and speaking.
He looks down, wondering “if there are any fishing boats that haven’t returned from the open sea,” and thinks of “the dark dawn path of people carrying shovels and heading out to the farm road,” and reflects, “I wonder if I haven’t heard all of the silence of the night and their stories.”
Readers who have been following the poet's lyric poetry may find this poem, in which 'morning' rather than 'I' appears as the subject, unfamiliar.
These voices, which give a vibrant voice to non-human, non-living beings, convey the message that we are merely a part of nature in vibrant, positive language.
The poet, who has maintained a consistent poetic spirit while continuously renewing his poetry over the past 28 years, has recently won the Mokwol Literary Award and the Jeong Ji-yong Literary Award in succession, further solidifying his position as a representative poet of our poetry world.
The poet, who is worthy of being called a ‘model of lyric poetry,’ does not lose his humble attitude of “writing poetry in black letters on white paper/ and looking down again/ every day” (“Snow White”).
Even in the shadows of life that pass by fleetingly, his poetry, which always “looks toward the bright side” (“Gammun Nursing Home”), will beautifully illuminate the darkness of this world like “a small candle lit on a long night/page” (“New Spring”).
Poet's words
As I write this, I find myself wandering around.
I went outside and it was the last snow before spring came.
On the dark stone wall, on the hardened earth, white snowflakes are falling.
Snowflakes continue to flutter across the winter night sky.
I'm also there with you.
Yes, let us not forget the silence of the night, like a deep valley, and this fragile, wandering white cry.
The poet guides us into distant childhood memories.
If we follow the poet's lead, we will get a glimpse into the secret of where Moon Tae-jun's poetry originated.
He confesses that when he was three years old and fell asleep on his older sister's back, he heard "My Sister's Low Song" (from "First Memory"), which led him into the world of poetry.
He also expresses compassion and respect for his old father as he recalls his father carrying a bundle of grass in the scenery of his childhood.
In this poetry collection, which is full of childhood experiences growing up with nature, flowers and birds appear frequently.
The poet shows the peak of becoming one with nature through the imagination of ‘becoming a plant’ and ‘becoming a bird.’
The poet shows us a world of empathy and solidarity, reminding us that all beings in the world are organically connected.
In the simple life of living together with all living things as a part of nature, the poet also feels “a joy that grows bigger and bigger” (“Do You Know the Joy That Grows Bigger”), “like a young bird expanding its world in the sky.”
Moon Tae-jun's poetry, imbued with ecological imagination, shows us the possibility of dreaming of a sustainable life in today's pandemic era.
In particular, in the title work, “Morning Thinks,” “morning” appears as the subject of the act of thinking and speaking.
He looks down, wondering “if there are any fishing boats that haven’t returned from the open sea,” and thinks of “the dark dawn path of people carrying shovels and heading out to the farm road,” and reflects, “I wonder if I haven’t heard all of the silence of the night and their stories.”
Readers who have been following the poet's lyric poetry may find this poem, in which 'morning' rather than 'I' appears as the subject, unfamiliar.
These voices, which give a vibrant voice to non-human, non-living beings, convey the message that we are merely a part of nature in vibrant, positive language.
The poet, who has maintained a consistent poetic spirit while continuously renewing his poetry over the past 28 years, has recently won the Mokwol Literary Award and the Jeong Ji-yong Literary Award in succession, further solidifying his position as a representative poet of our poetry world.
The poet, who is worthy of being called a ‘model of lyric poetry,’ does not lose his humble attitude of “writing poetry in black letters on white paper/ and looking down again/ every day” (“Snow White”).
Even in the shadows of life that pass by fleetingly, his poetry, which always “looks toward the bright side” (“Gammun Nursing Home”), will beautifully illuminate the darkness of this world like “a small candle lit on a long night/page” (“New Spring”).
Poet's words
As I write this, I find myself wandering around.
I went outside and it was the last snow before spring came.
On the dark stone wall, on the hardened earth, white snowflakes are falling.
Snowflakes continue to flutter across the winter night sky.
I'm also there with you.
Yes, let us not forget the silence of the night, like a deep valley, and this fragile, wandering white cry.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Publication date: February 25, 2022
- Page count, weight, size: 112 pages | 160g | 125*200*7mm
- ISBN13: 9788936424718
- ISBN10: 8936424718
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