All the hearts we left behind are in summer.
Like dreaming of the sunlight beating down in early summer and tossing and turning at the end of a tropical night.
Our summers usually started like this, often.
A year has passed since the publication of Jeong's 『The Summer That Finally Falls』, and the second summer has arrived.

Just as we reminisce about summer in the endlessly cold winter, people always long for the opposite feeling.
As if walking through 'Summer, the final destination of eternity'.
We hold in our hands the belief that we will practice giving and receiving for a long time.


In every poem, the author presents a speaker who continues to hold onto 'us'.
The author's affectionate poetic world, where 'the world begins with us.'
There is always eternity in the exception of 'nevertheless', which remains without distinguishing between despair and hope.

Why did it have to be summer?
We must think about the summer that exists unconditionally.
Even the mind that shakes the naturalness of existence with a moment of tension.
I call it love, expecting that the greetings of summer in the middle of winter will not be trivial.

The author also makes us take for granted the power of crying in poetry.
The knees that fell often, the tears that welled up every time I made a face, all the excuses for sweating in the middle of summer.
The courage to simply call the world's messed up things "us."


The moment when the wounds we poured out become scars is left intact.
We will forever be the exception in this world full of wounds.
While breathing in the blue, I often cry and use it as an excuse not to sweat.

We, created by you and me, are here.

Mini-interview with writer Jeong

▶What prompted you to publish this poetry collection, "The Summer That Finally Falls"? I'm also curious about when you first realized you wanted to become a writer.


I started thinking about becoming a writer when I first started middle school.
I think it was because, at that time, whenever I went to a bookstore, I saw poetry collections from various publishers on display and I began to admire them.
After that, I started to take an interest in poetry collections, and around that time, I became interested in writing, so I decided to publish the poems I had written because I felt it was a shame to keep them to myself.
I developed a desire to show the world the sentences I created.
It's not really a great reason though.

▶In the author's note at the end of your poetry collection, you mentioned that words like "summer," "always," "eternity," "embrace," and "abstract" were used frequently. If you were to publish a new collection now, which words do you think you would use the most? I'm also curious about why.


Back then, I was so afraid of writing poetry that I would hide my sentences and ideas in abstract words. Now, I want to talk to others, not myself.
I would like to convey my regards rather than offer consolation based on my sentences.
If I were to publish a new poetry collection now, I think 'Anbu' would probably be used the most.
The poems I'm writing now also focus on 'you' rather than 'me'.

▶What is the most important message you want to convey to readers through this collection? And which sections do you think readers will find most engaging?

This collection of poems contains my feelings from when I was most naive until now.
So, it's only natural that I'd have these mixed feelings: "Some poems are so good," I'd think, "But others are a little lacking."
I hope everyone reads this with the intention of looking back on our current immature and naive state.


▶Please introduce one of your favorite poems from ‘The Summer That Finally Falls.’
I would appreciate it if you could also tell me the reason.

It's a poem called 'Romantic Summer'.
This is the first poem I wrote when I was thinking about writing this poetry collection, influenced by the song I like that I mentioned earlier.
I think I have even more attachment to it because I think that if it weren't for that song and this poem, this collection of poems might not have been published.

Author's Note

July, Sympathy, To My Beloved ( )
If summer doesn't come
I will leave behind only my loving heart.