Quotes and Poems: Day 98

Quote:

"It may be hard right now but you must silent those thoughts. Stop counting those things you have lost, what is gone is gone. So ask yourself, what is there that still remains to you." – One Piece

Poem:

I Sing of an Old Land

BY HA JIN

I sing of an old land

where the gods have taken shelter underground,

where the human idols eat human sacrifice,

where hatred runs the business of philanthropy,

where blazing dragons eclipse the wronged ghosts,

where silence and smiles are the trace of wisdom,

where words imitate spears and swords,

where truth is always a bloody legend.

I speak of the old land not

out of love or wonderment.

Like my ancestors who were scattered into the smoky winds,

who scrambled to leave home

or rushed towards the approaching enemies,

I join those who fled and returned,

who disappeared in other lands

bearing no hope but persistence, no honor but the story,

no fortune but parents and children,

singing a timeless curse,

a curse that has bound us together

and rooted us deep in the wreck

of our homeland.

I touch the land at night—

My hands trace the map on the wall,

from mountains to villages and to rivers,

from plains to cities and to seashores.

I see the green fields of the South,

the dark soil and birch woods of the North,

and snow swirling in summer.

I dream of myself in that land,

not for happiness or harvest.

I dream of suffering together with my people,

of being understood and useful,

of being left alone and able to sleep,

of my children refusing my land

so they will not repeat my life,

of talking and walking with friends,

of completing the work and dying with ease.

I weep for the old land,

for its vast narrowness,

for its profound stupidity,

for its chaos and tenacity,

for its power to possess those of my kind

to devour us to nourish itself

to seize our hearts and throats

and mix our moans with songs—

songs of monstrous grandeur

and merciless devotion,

songs crazed by the cycle of that land.