"Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poetry" commemorating the 77th anniversary of his death and the 105th anniversary of his birth
A new edition of the best-selling 『Yun Dong-ju Complete Poetry Collection』 in high-quality hardcover.
“An eternal young poet whose popularity grows day by day, encompassing three countries!”

In commemoration of the 77th anniversary of Yun Dong-ju's death and the 105th anniversary of his birth in 2022, the newly edited 『Yun Dong-ju Complete Poetry Collection: Sky, Wind, Stars, and Poetry』 is the only poetry collection that contains all of poet Yun Dong-ju's works, including the preface and postscript, in one volume.
This poetry collection was published in 2017 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of Yun Dong-ju's birth, collecting all of Yun Dong-ju's poems and essays that were not lost, as well as the prefaces, reviews, and postfaces written for Yun Dong-ju. The best-selling 『Yun Dong-ju Complete Poetry Collection』 was neatly edited and redesigned to make it easier for anyone to read and enjoy, in commemoration of the 77th anniversary of Yun Dong-ju's death.

This poetry collection, produced in high-quality hardcover to commemorate the 77th anniversary of Yun Dong-ju's death, reorganizes the original four-part 『Yun Dong-ju Complete Poetry Collection』 into eight chapters.
Additionally, the memorial essays that were added each time a poem was published were compiled into the last eight chapters and carefully edited so that any reader can read and understand them easily and comfortably.

I don't need to bother my brain with silly thoughts like, "I found myself in the garden, I climbed out the window, I opened the door, I came out."
However, all I have to do is stand in front of Kotsumotsu, who is shy even when Guitram cries, and become sad like the shadow of the statue of Doctor Piringsu.
I have no symbol to pass on this feeling to anyone.
The collar is sensitive, so it gets chilly even in the moonlight, and the autumn dew is so cold that it is like a man's tears.
When the footsteps move the body and place it on the edge of the pond, there is also autumn, the three watch of the night, trees, and the moon in the pond.
--- p.156~157 from “Shooting the Moon”

Forsythia, azalea, rhododendron, lilac, daylily, rose, forsythia, peony, lily, iris, chrysanthemum, kaneshun, balsam, zinnia, dahlia, sunflower, kotsumotsu――The day when kotsumotsu falls alone is not the end of the universe.
Here, the blue sky rises high, and red and yellow maple leaves dye every branch as colorfully as the flowers, and then, as the croaking of the owls ceases, the world of maple leaves collapses, and overnight, white snow falls and piles up, and red charcoal fires burn in the brazier, and many stories and many things happen in this brazier.
--- p.161 From “Flowers Bloom in the Garden”

I change the endpoint to the starting point.
Where I get off is my final destination.
Because where I ride becomes my point of view.
In this short moment, I am buried among so many people, and I become so superficial to them.
I don't have the talent to demonstrate my humanity to these people.
It is impossible for me to measure their joys, sorrows, and pains.
It's too vague.
People seem to become superficial too easily when things are frequent and the quantity is large.
The more that happens, the more busy you become in taking care of yourself.
Step on the signal and the train takes off.
Even though it's not a car heading home, my heart is pounding for no reason.
Our train moves slowly and stops at makeshift stops when it gets out of breath.
--- p.170 From “The End and the Beginning”

His next younger brother, Ilju, and my conversation―
“How old would you be if you were alive?”
“I’m thirty-one years old.”
“I’m twenty-nine when I die―.”
“When did you go to Gando?”
“In my grandfather’s time.”
“How was your stay?”
“My grandfather pioneered the land and was a small landowner.”
“What does your father do?”
“You did business and also went to work.”
“Ah, if poetry and sorrow were to begin to flourish in Gando, it would have to be from the same generation as Yun Dong-ju!” I exclaimed.
--- p.186~187 From "Jeong Ji-yong - Preface"

“I don’t know what it means, but he shouted his last words and died.
I guess the sound felt like they were shouting “Long Live Korean Independence.”
These words were relayed by the Japanese guard who was watching Dongju's death to his bereaved family who went to retrieve his body.
That single, heartbreaking cry! The Japanese guard must have felt the same way, even if he knew what it meant.
He left Dongju Prison with only one word, at the age of twenty-nine, the year he was liberated.
Mong-gyu also died a few days later, so he too was a talented man.
Their remains now rest in peace in Gando, and now, through the hands of their friends, Dongju's poetry will be made into a book and passed down to the world for eternity.
--- p.197 From “Gangcheojung - Postscript”

『Take away the body of Dongju, who died on February 16th』
By sending a telegram like this, the Japanese took away Yun Dong-ju, the brother-in-law who had endured loneliness for 29 years, longing only for poetry and his homeland. This was just six months before the fall of Japan in 1945.
Myeongdong (明東) in Bukgando in the 1910s—it was a place where the smell of newly-built soil lingered, a place where patriotic men who had lost their country gathered in anger, a place where new schools and churches were built, a place where adults and children alike were filled with passion and enthusiasm.
--- p.204 From “Yoon Il-ju - The Life of the Former Count”

He was a very quiet and introspective person.
So he was known as a quiet person among his friends.
But no one thought he was arrogant.
Everyone wanted to date that silent Dongju.
His eyes always searched the sky for purity, but his body temperature felt warm to everyone.
I can confess without any exaggeration.
I have never felt the human warmth that emanated from deep within him from anyone else.
So the corner of my heart that he occupied will never be filled with anything else.
Even in Manchuria, a foreign land, I was wandering the streets of Xinjing at noon when I heard the bell of liberation ringing, and what made my heart ache unbearably was the fantasy of Dongju.
“Dongju, if you had lived… … ”
Brother Dong-ju was a truly wonderful man.
--- p.225 From "Moon Ik-hwan - Memories of Brother Dong-ju"

The 10th anniversary of Dong-ju's death has passed, and another 10 years have passed.
The 20th anniversary of his death, when he was planning to reprint his poetry collection that had been out of print and erect a monument in the garden of his alma mater, passed without bearing fruit.
Now, as a national poet, his brilliant vision is forcing readers to seek out his poetry collection.
It is only natural that his poetry collection will excite the hearts of young people in this land as it is published, but as someone who has been involved in compiling his poetry collection from the beginning, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
I am delighted to have taken the time to publish this third edition, sparing no effort in any way I can to help those who admire Dongju's sensibility, integrity, and humanity and seek out his poetry.

--- p.236 From "Jeong Byeong-uk - On the 3rd Edition"