Before I called her name,
she was nothing
more than a gesture.
When I called her name,
she came to me
and became a flower.
Like I called her name,
will someone please call my name
that suits my light and fragrance?
I, too, long to come to her
and become her flower.
We all long to be something.
You, to me, and I, to you,
long to become a gaze that won’t be forgotten.
~Kim Chun-soo
(Translated version. Source: http://jaypsong.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/the-flower-by-kim-chun-soo/ )
THE POETIC OIKOS 