Daily Poem: Sitting at Night ~ Om Ui-gil
This poem reminds me of night time at renaissance faire, people moving about in the darkness, visiting the various yards and camps.
Sitting at Night
~ Om Ui-gil (17th Century)
Translated by Kim Jong-gil
A quiet valley with no man’s footprints,
An empty garden lit by the moon.
Suddenly my dog barks and I know
A friend with a bottle is knocking at the gate.
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