natalia

“The Sky is full to the brim with autumn
as the season makes its way to across it.
It is as if I had no worries at all.
so I could count all the stars nestled in autumn.
Yet i cannot quite finish counting all those stars
that are settling in my heart one by one,
because mornings have a way of coming swiftly,
because tomorrow's night is still to come,
and because the fire of my heart hasn't burn out yet.
I see memories in one star
and love in another
and loneliness
my longings
and poetry in each
and Mother in another, Mother.
Mother, I am trying to call out a beautiful word for each star.
Names of the kids I shared desk with in a grade school, such foreign
girls names as Pae, Kyeong, Ok, and the girls who have become
mothers already, my poor neighbors, the doves, puppies, rabbits,
mules, roe deer, Francies Jammes and Rheiner
Maria Rilke - I call
such names of poets.
They are all so far away from me.
Just as the stars are ever distant.
And mother,
you are in North Gando which is so far away.
Longing for something I couldn't name,
I wrote my own name on this hill
which is bright with all the starlight landing,
but then I covered it up again with dirt.
True, some insects chirp through the night
because they lament their shameful names.
Yet when spring comes around to my star after winter,
even on this hill where my name is buried,
shrubs will grow thick as if boasting
like the green grass that sprouts on a grave.”
― Yun Dong-ju, Sky, Wind, and Stars

“Freud reconheceu e diferenciou o amor narcísico do amor objetal. Narcísico quando o objeto sustenta o narcisismo e confirma o valor do Eu: “Eu (sujeito) te amo porque você (objeto) me ama”. E o amor pode ser objetal quando o objeto, por suas próprias características, propicia experiências de prazer e de alegria. Ambas as formas de amor fazem parte da economia psíquica, e idealmente há um equilíbrio entre elas: amamos o objeto por aquilo que ele é e por aquilo que nos proporciona.”
― Marion Minerbo, Notas sobre a aptidão à felicidade

“and the reason I am living is
only because I am looking for what I have lost.

-The Road”
― Yun Dong-ju, Sky, Wind, and Stars

“I wonder why
the rain that falls from black clouds
shines like silver.

I wonder why
the silkworm that eats green mulberry leaves
is so white.

I wonder why
the moonflower that no one tends
blooms on its own.

I wonder why
everyone I ask
about these things
laughs and says,
That's just how it is”
― Misuzu Kaneko, Are You an Echo?: The Lost Poetry of Misuzu Kaneko