A forest of cottonwoods was deep and beautiful,
But even the leaves were used as weapons in it
Determined youths arrived at this beautiful forest
Then passed through it with their eyes closed.
On the top of stone steps
I read Plato, and I heard gunshots each time.
When magnolias bloomed, friends dispersed to jail or army.
A poet in the year below me confessed of being an informant.
There was a professor I admired but he never spoke.
After a few winters I was left alone,
And then it was graduation. I was scared to leave school.
--- Gi Hyeong-do (Source: Published collection of poems The Black Leaf in My Mouth (입 속의 검은 잎) and translated by Jack Saebyok Jung)