Poetry Page #3

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listen to what it says to me

Hello?

Who?

Kibum's dad?

Yes, of course I know Kibum...

who always hangs out

with Wook

Of course

He was at our place last night

What's the matter?

Is something wrong?

Not now.

I... have to go to my poetry class

Poetry!

Poetry!

I'll be done by

The Cultural Center

Yes

Okay, I'll see you then

Writing poetry is...

all about finding beauty

Understand?

It is about discovering

true beauty...

in everything we see

in front of us...

in our everyday life

True beauty...

Not things just

looking beautiful

Every single one of you...

carries poetry in your heart

But you've imprisoned them

It's time to free your poetry

Your poetry trapped inside

should get their wings...

and fly away

Sir

When does a 'poetic

Inspiration' come?

When does a 'poetic inspiration'

come?

Yes, as much as I try,

it won't come

I'd like to know,

when does it come?

It doesn't. You must go

and beg for it

You must pray but even

this guarantees nothing

It's too precious

to give itself out

That's why you must

go and beg for it

Where must I go?

It's not in some special place,

but somewhere you must

wander around for

It isn't waiting for you

with a name plate...

saying, 'poetic inspiration'

The clear thing is,

it is somewhere nearby,

not far away

It's there, right where

you stand

I told you poetry can be found

even in the dishwashing basin

Where are you?

The car with blinking lights?

-Hello

-Hello

You're Wook's grandma,

aren't you?

-Are you Kibum's dad?

-Yes

Let's get in the car

Where are we going?

You know our boys' group of six?

The boys' parents are getting

together for lunch

You can come with me

I'll take you there

What kind of class

are you taking?

I'm learning poetry

Twice a week

Poetry?

You mean singing

traditional poetry?

No, actually writing poetry

Why are you learning poetry?

I wonder myself

Why am I learning poetry?

Long ago, I must've been

in the third grade...

when we used to have

poetry contests in the fall

After one contest, my teacher

told me,

''Mija, you'll become

a poet one day''

Then, recently I saw the

literary class poster

And it reminded me of

the comment...

my teacher made 50 years ago

So you want to be a poet?

For now, my goal is

to write one poem

Our teacher told us to write

one poem until the class ends

When I told my daughter

about this,

she said I always had

a poet's vein

I always loved flowers...

and would say odd things

Your daughter's Wook's

mom, right? Where's she now?

We talk about everything on

the phone. We're good friends

Friends forever

Anyway, what's this all about?

Let's just go there first

You'll see after you hear

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