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House poem

                             Seo Jungju, translated by Clare You

Prayer I

Now I’m
Like an utterly empty vessel or
An utterly vacant field
Oh Lord,—Knowing not how to call you—
Leave the harsh storm
A bit longer in me or
A few butterflies or
Make me a half-filled celadon of water
Whatever pleases you
Now I’m
Like an empty vessel
Once full of blossoms with scents