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"Stories hanging from the tree of life, the flavor of childhood shining within."
Hwang Jeom-tae, a teacher and poet, presents a refined world where nature and people, labor and daily life, words and heart are in harmony, with his first collection of poems, "Dangling Hanging Flowers."
The laughter of children, the sweat of a father, the hands of a mother, and the gaze of a grandmother, heard in a small village in the countryside, hang like the branches of an apple tree, one by one, as poetry.
In “Cosmos Bloom,” you can experience the excitement of “the day I first heard my name,” in “Hanging Flowers,” you can experience the depth of labor of “Dad’s Autumn is full of flowers,” and in “Apple Tree Light,” you can experience the spark of love that burns for generations.
This collection of poems sings of the ‘flavor of life.’
The world seen through a child's eyes is not simply bright and clear.
The poet tells us that sweetness is only achieved when it is imbued with sweat, toil, waiting, and bitterness.
《Dangling with Fruits》 is a collection of poems in which generations, nature and humans give fruits to each other.
Hwang Jeom-tae, a teacher and poet, presents a refined world where nature and people, labor and daily life, words and heart are in harmony, with his first collection of poems, "Dangling Hanging Flowers."
The laughter of children, the sweat of a father, the hands of a mother, and the gaze of a grandmother, heard in a small village in the countryside, hang like the branches of an apple tree, one by one, as poetry.
In “Cosmos Bloom,” you can experience the excitement of “the day I first heard my name,” in “Hanging Flowers,” you can experience the depth of labor of “Dad’s Autumn is full of flowers,” and in “Apple Tree Light,” you can experience the spark of love that burns for generations.
This collection of poems sings of the ‘flavor of life.’
The world seen through a child's eyes is not simply bright and clear.
The poet tells us that sweetness is only achieved when it is imbued with sweat, toil, waiting, and bitterness.
《Dangling with Fruits》 is a collection of poems in which generations, nature and humans give fruits to each other.
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Into the book
Dad's autumn is full of flowers
Thinking of the dangling dangling, Dad's shoes have been restless since early spring. There are no dangling danglings that come for free. I don't even think of dangling danglings without sweat. I have to watch over the times when bugs and sweltering heat storms come and go to see the dangling dangling.
This fall, too, they came in clusters with round, red faces
Under the apple tree with heavy fruit that we arrived at with difficulty
Crunchy
Thinking of Dad
---From "Hanging in Clusters"
half an apple
Cut off the seed and the top
Scratch it
filthy filthy
honey
Break
Grandma enjoying her meal
The spoon teeth are hard
---From "Spoon Teeth"
Fortunately, there is a rumor that it will open again this year.
I also heard that 2,025 of our ants were burrowing dirt all over the exposed roots. I was a little worried when my mom said that more and more bookstores were closing down.
Starting this year, my mom said I can go to the bookstore alone. I've developed a habit of reading books. I'm excited and a little scared, but when I think about the lime green bookshelves fluttering in the wind, my heart swells and I look forward to the stories they'll fill me with. I heard that mites and mold eat away at bookshelves and make them unusable. I hope that's not the case with the bookshelf I'm reading.
I'm going to the Mirunamu Bookstore. Where earthworms, caterpillars, and sparrows used to play. Where the wind blew and made a "come, come, come" sound. Where even with a low body, the bookstore shook the leaf shelves to welcome customers. What kind of stories will Mirunamu Bookstore greet its customers with this year?
The rolled up leaf bookshelves
The branches of the willow tree began to spread out
---From "Mirunamu Bookstore"
Lay plastic on the floor
Don't drop a single grain of sesame seed
Carefully, carefully, gently
Load the sesame bundle onto the cultivator
The crickets first settled in the corner
The girl jumped up and down
A grasshopper flies away
Plantain seeds
Bury it in the sesame oil and ride it
Barangi rides on his grandfather's hat
Riding on the hem of Dokkomari's pants
Tata Tata
Tata tata
all
Tata tata tata
Grandfather's cultivator
Carrying sesame seeds
Passing by the oil shop
---From "Tata Tiller"
Green all the way
Living in a house with a green gate
Inside the green gate
Green plum tree.
Green date tree.
Green persimmon tree.
Green apple tree.
A green persimmon tree grafted onto a green pear tree.
Green grapevine.
Green peach tree.
Green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green green green green… …
Inside the gate
Our house has the most greenery
The thick summer is hanging in full bloom
Into the green shade
Dad wearing a green hat
Coming
---From "The Green Gate House"
all the time
It contained water
deep water glass
Put the pencil and pen in
sitting on the desk
Mom and Dad's
It became a writing vessel
To the worn out pencil
Speaking at length
Thinking of the dangling dangling, Dad's shoes have been restless since early spring. There are no dangling danglings that come for free. I don't even think of dangling danglings without sweat. I have to watch over the times when bugs and sweltering heat storms come and go to see the dangling dangling.
This fall, too, they came in clusters with round, red faces
Under the apple tree with heavy fruit that we arrived at with difficulty
Crunchy
Thinking of Dad
---From "Hanging in Clusters"
half an apple
Cut off the seed and the top
Scratch it
filthy filthy
honey
Break
Grandma enjoying her meal
The spoon teeth are hard
---From "Spoon Teeth"
Fortunately, there is a rumor that it will open again this year.
I also heard that 2,025 of our ants were burrowing dirt all over the exposed roots. I was a little worried when my mom said that more and more bookstores were closing down.
Starting this year, my mom said I can go to the bookstore alone. I've developed a habit of reading books. I'm excited and a little scared, but when I think about the lime green bookshelves fluttering in the wind, my heart swells and I look forward to the stories they'll fill me with. I heard that mites and mold eat away at bookshelves and make them unusable. I hope that's not the case with the bookshelf I'm reading.
I'm going to the Mirunamu Bookstore. Where earthworms, caterpillars, and sparrows used to play. Where the wind blew and made a "come, come, come" sound. Where even with a low body, the bookstore shook the leaf shelves to welcome customers. What kind of stories will Mirunamu Bookstore greet its customers with this year?
The rolled up leaf bookshelves
The branches of the willow tree began to spread out
---From "Mirunamu Bookstore"
Lay plastic on the floor
Don't drop a single grain of sesame seed
Carefully, carefully, gently
Load the sesame bundle onto the cultivator
The crickets first settled in the corner
The girl jumped up and down
A grasshopper flies away
Plantain seeds
Bury it in the sesame oil and ride it
Barangi rides on his grandfather's hat
Riding on the hem of Dokkomari's pants
Tata Tata
Tata tata
all
Tata tata tata
Grandfather's cultivator
Carrying sesame seeds
Passing by the oil shop
---From "Tata Tiller"
Green all the way
Living in a house with a green gate
Inside the green gate
Green plum tree.
Green date tree.
Green persimmon tree.
Green apple tree.
A green persimmon tree grafted onto a green pear tree.
Green grapevine.
Green peach tree.
Green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green apple tree, green green green green… …
Inside the gate
Our house has the most greenery
The thick summer is hanging in full bloom
Into the green shade
Dad wearing a green hat
Coming
---From "The Green Gate House"
all the time
It contained water
deep water glass
Put the pencil and pen in
sitting on the desk
Mom and Dad's
It became a writing vessel
To the worn out pencil
Speaking at length
---From "The Bowl of Writing"
Publisher's Review
The flavor of life, completed with 98 percent sweetness and 2 percent bitterness
― Hwang Jeom-tae's poetry collection, "With Hanging Poems"
Poet Hwang Jeom-tae's first collection of poems, "Dangling Poems," demonstrates the poetics of "flavor."
The poet draws out the threads of poetry that permeate everyday life with a delicate sensibility that connects the world of children and the labor of adults, the time of nature and the touch of human hands.
The short sentence, “It’s not in the dictionary/ It exists in autumn” (from “Maple Leaves”), in itself explains the poet’s world.
Things that cannot be defined in language, but actually exist in life? That is the root of Hwang Jeom-tae's poetry.
In “Hanging Apples,” the father’s apple tree, which says, “There are no apples that just come hanging,” symbolizes the sincerity of labor and the patience of life.
The 'red-faced bunch' that has formed after enduring sweat, typhoons, bugs, and sweltering heat is not just a fruit, but the fruit of family time and love.
In this way, the poet discovers the harmonious relationship between humans and nature in the trivial aspects of daily life.
The brisk rhythm of “Tata Tongungi” brings to mind the cultivator of life that nature and humans ride together.
The verse, “The cricket first settles in the corner/ The cicada jumps on/ The grasshopper flies away,” contains a poetic sense that breaks down the differences in existence and welcomes all life.
As the collection progresses, the memories of generations continue.
The warm lessons of hands conveyed by the father in “Apple Tree Light,” the mother in “Peony Field,” and the grandmother in “Old Diary” are deeper than words.
It remains as “a spark of light that passes from my father’s eyes to mine.”
Hwang Jeom-tae's poem is this very light? It preserves the warmth of love and tradition that cannot be expressed in words.
《Hanging with a Tree》 is a collection of poems that establishes nature and humans, children and adults, past and present as one large tree.
The tree is laden with the fruits of language, and the taste of life is ripe.
As the poet confessed, “I bloomed like a delicate flower and bore small, young fruit,” this book is a collection of poems that embraces both the joy and humility of first fruits.
― Hwang Jeom-tae's poetry collection, "With Hanging Poems"
Poet Hwang Jeom-tae's first collection of poems, "Dangling Poems," demonstrates the poetics of "flavor."
The poet draws out the threads of poetry that permeate everyday life with a delicate sensibility that connects the world of children and the labor of adults, the time of nature and the touch of human hands.
The short sentence, “It’s not in the dictionary/ It exists in autumn” (from “Maple Leaves”), in itself explains the poet’s world.
Things that cannot be defined in language, but actually exist in life? That is the root of Hwang Jeom-tae's poetry.
In “Hanging Apples,” the father’s apple tree, which says, “There are no apples that just come hanging,” symbolizes the sincerity of labor and the patience of life.
The 'red-faced bunch' that has formed after enduring sweat, typhoons, bugs, and sweltering heat is not just a fruit, but the fruit of family time and love.
In this way, the poet discovers the harmonious relationship between humans and nature in the trivial aspects of daily life.
The brisk rhythm of “Tata Tongungi” brings to mind the cultivator of life that nature and humans ride together.
The verse, “The cricket first settles in the corner/ The cicada jumps on/ The grasshopper flies away,” contains a poetic sense that breaks down the differences in existence and welcomes all life.
As the collection progresses, the memories of generations continue.
The warm lessons of hands conveyed by the father in “Apple Tree Light,” the mother in “Peony Field,” and the grandmother in “Old Diary” are deeper than words.
It remains as “a spark of light that passes from my father’s eyes to mine.”
Hwang Jeom-tae's poem is this very light? It preserves the warmth of love and tradition that cannot be expressed in words.
《Hanging with a Tree》 is a collection of poems that establishes nature and humans, children and adults, past and present as one large tree.
The tree is laden with the fruits of language, and the taste of life is ripe.
As the poet confessed, “I bloomed like a delicate flower and bore small, young fruit,” this book is a collection of poems that embraces both the joy and humility of first fruits.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: November 11, 2025
- Page count, weight, size: 105 pages | 148*210*20mm
- ISBN13: 9791194632214
- ISBN10: 1194632211
- KC Certification: Certification Type: Conformity Confirmation
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