The Forsythias Poem by Kinsley Lee

Dong-Seog, Kim

The walls in the park, yellowish adorning themselves,
Pouting and pouting, the beautiful forsythias are coming.
Twine! Twine! Twine!
Tying up and twining,
They embrace and threw themselves.

The wild birds are coming, biting the petals, and thence,
Eating the azaleas. Softly, the winds are blowing.
Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!
Petit cuties're being
Clustered in the Park's, the winds are piercing, the long fence.
(Translated by Kinsley Lee)