Postcard #117

Dalyan, Turkey – Lycian tombs near Dalyan across the Dalyan river

Grave by Kim Sowol (김소월)

Someone calling me, the sound

here and there on the red hill

the tombstones moving in the moonlight,

while the song, the voice left of it, falls down around

where all records of the ancestors lie buried

I look everywhere,

but only the traceless song settles ever,

while here, and there on the shadow hill

the voice of someone who seems to be calling me,

the voice calling, the calling voice

trying to seize my soul and tear it out of me.