Your Yesterday Poem by Chulsoo Kim

To reach there,
I project my awaited yesterday
on a person who arises my inspiration.
To open the coffer kept for my soul,
I hear again
the voice stepping on
the path of snow lying in white.
The spirit of earth released from the shoot
hung on underneath snow
is threaded and
put under the sound of fluttering wind.
The power of soul holds up the wind
and begins to roll over on the earth.
Surge of wind and roller of power
come out upright
turning around the bud,
undulate and go forward, go forward.
They draw and make clear and clear sap stand.
I get and raise incised dream,
make eyes open,
hold out hand to the vigor of permeated sap, and
put into coffer in whcih the memory of yesterday was thawed.
Yesterday is lowered like today and
is waiting for flying in the air.
Stepped marks arise one upon another,
look at the coffer of shoot, and raise voice.
The memory of morning which stands on the edge of cliff
is lossommed, so the time in stomach is pull.
Yesterday is here like today.