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Subject FOR NIRVANA /Korean Seon(zen) Master Cho Oh-Hyun 雪嶽 霧山 曺五鉉-7
Name   관리자 Hit 509

FOR NIRVANA 
108 ZEN SIJO POEMS   


CHO OH-HYUN
  


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ntroductory by KWON YOUNGMIN



translated by HEINZ INSU FENKLE 



Associate professor of English and Asian studies at SUNY New Paltz.



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49


THE WAY TO BISEUL MOUNTAIN


 


Who is that returning on the winding road to Mt. Biseul,


past the trees all stripped of time, the cloud-covered gorges below?


 


Is it a pleasant that splits the sky with its fluttering wings?


No keomungo strings, but if you tread there, won’t you hear the rhyme?


 


The road is spliced-as if to break-cut precipices-extending:


is that scent the spices of hail grains soaked into your clothes?


 


Does the temple sit, eyes shut, cloaked again in the inky dark?


Just as well to be tucked away, in isolation,obscure.


 


That lone bird, about now, does it drop a feather as it goes?


 


50


2007-SEOUL AT NOON


 


Today, a nude photo, halfway torn


At a crossroad on an alley wall amid the eateries of Sinsadong


 


And still, the Earth spins-


Galileos’s whine


 


51


2007-SEOUL AT NIGHT


 


Mute tree, mute bird


A picture of me, sitting


 


Or


 


an island frozen over in the dark


 


Not that, either, but a loud bird sneezing


 


52


WILD DUCKS & SHADOW


 


When I ask him-Master Haejang,


hero of the hangover drink-


for tiding of the mountain temple,


he says, Yesterday the wild ducks


that played in the West Star lotus pond


went away, and now, today, only


the shadow of the dogwood remains.


 


53


WINTER MOUNTAIN BEASTS


 


Ate midwinter black bean gruel,


cast out all manner of demons


 


Fell asleep reading Master Joju’s sayings


 


Crunch-a frozen tree breaking


in the deep lonely of a far mountain


 


54


A DAY AT OLD FRAGRANCE HALL


 


The sun slants in, onto the two-tiered wood floor


of Old Fragrance Hall


Through the hanging plaited bamboo shades,


The whole day flickering away.


 


Painting hanging askew on the wall:


a Taoist hermit with magical powers,


An old ferryman who’s let go of the oar,


drifting with his fishing boat,


And again, so soon, I am the setting sun.


 


55


BODHIDHARMA 1


 


The whole of the West was yours-


and you gave it not a glance


 


The master, who sat so long in solitude,


purifying himself in flame


 


Has left us a commodity


at the close of the global exchange


 


56


BODHIDHARMA 2


 


Live-trying living-and not


a lucky dream in the world


 


Even your hereditary occupation


and mooching all used up


 


Attained your aim for a round, and still


no investors to do business 쟈고


 


57



BODHIDHARMA 3


 


A shame’s New Year’s offering bowl


left out beneath a boulder-


 


You ate it all up at a glance,


and even if you were to vomit up the world


 


Still, you would see no one


Look around-you’ll be morning sick


 


58



BODHIDHARMA 4


The unfamiliar sound of the wind


that sawed at this one life


 


With the news cut off


in that apparent space


 


A pilgrim asks the way


and you draw him an empty circle


 


59


BODHIDHARMA 5


 


Fondle it daily and still


the beard won’t grow


 


The sky, too pale,


is being dyed


 


Fingernails, toenails, caught in moonlight,


all withered and fallen out


 


60



BODHIDHARMA 6


 


At the notice from afar, of debt returned


at the very conclusion of keeping house


 


Though this single garment of life


weighs heavy on your shoulders


 


You block the ways of the world and run-


away-in the opposite direction


 


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BODHIDHARMA 7


 


On that soft, first fired clay


on the firm, fertile soil


 


That bamboo stamped in ink


is a sala tree


 


On that clear, calm current


you ride upstream


 


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BODHIDHARMA 8


 


Wash your hair-wash it-


the dandruff doesn’t clear’


 


Life is itchy-


you scratch it with your nails


 


And dark marks,


the scars you left behind


 


63


BODHIDHARMA 9


 


No matter how much you glare,


those sword-blade eyes will not open


 


That bright seed, crammed in back


and the world not even visible


 


Declaring the world is all but dead, you chant sutras


in a mourning house to ward off evil spirits


 


64


BODHIDHARMA 10


 


You made the earth quake


with no wind, nor cloud of dust