Sang-Cheol, Han
A weathered stone fragment, tumbled down from the peak in high,
Roots are twining through long years, a few pine trees bloom shy,
Their spirits're straight and green, reaching up towards the sky.
(Sang-Cheol, Han The anthology of Sijo, From the Soswae-won 48 poems, the 17th poem. The page 162 Translated by Kinsley Lee)
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