7/18/2021

 Silver Knife Pendant


Grandmother left us her small wooden chest

containing rice paper, ink stone, and writing brush,

and a small silver knife trinket.


A woman of the last Chosun Kingdom,

She maintained her duty as the only daughter-in-law

of a landed gentry household that she managed with class and dignity

after her husband took a modern educated woman

as a concubine in the city.


She happened to have only one daughter 

and a kind of a son.

She raised one nephew who lost his parents at a young age

and he became the first first-class licensed pilot 

in Korean history,

the first Korean pilot 

who flew through the sky from Japan to Korea 

with his own airplane.


So she taught all of her family members 

not to kill any flying insects,

and she prayed for her nephew's safety 

at the Sunwoonsa Temple nearby.


The silver knife trinket 

and the ladies’ treasure chest

reflecting the spirit of the women of the Chosun era

is now worth more than any million dollar antique treasure.


The knife is supposed to be 

the knife with which she would kill herself

under disgraceful circumstances.



 My Mother 

 

In 1982, she came to my house on the way to visit her younger son in Belgium 

and her daughter in Cameroon. 

During her stay with me, she washed dishes and mowed the lawn. 

I told her dish-washing and lawn mowing were my jobs. 

She told me,  

“I am still healthy. You are working hard at your work. 

So these are my jobs while I am here.” 

Then I said, “Dish-washing was my first American job. 

Now, I like this job in the kitchen.” 

Then, 

Suddenly her tears streamed out from her eyes

“I could never allowed you to step in to my kitchen.  

You are my precious son.” 

I comforted her, “I know you raised me as a prince.” 

During the Thanksgiving Holidays, she knitted my sweater and hat. 

I am still wearing the sweater and the hat on this Thanksgiving 

As has been and the whole winter. 

I believe my mother's sacrifice and love, 

and prayer that sustains my life from here to eternity. 

“Mother, I love you forever.” 

 An Empty Field


Below the Simchon railroad station,

There was a vast field. 

My grandfather planted turnips and cabbages there in the summer.

Several trucks from Taejon hauled the harvest away in the late fall.

The following dawn,

The vacant field was now covered with bright morning frost,

And I stole a glance at the sparkling tears in the eyes of

My grandfather. 

5/22/2021

 The woods in the rain


The sound of the raindrops on my umbrella

made music to my ears.

The clear powerful sound of the stream

Flowing into the lake made another note.

Or, I heard possibly the last chorus of the locust, too.

The sound of raindrops on the broad paulownia leaves,

The sound of raindrops on the long machilus leaves,

The silver crystal on the pine needles,

And,

Their Chorus made me happy!

So, the woods always greet me with such a delight.

 Autumn Woods













Falling leaves taught a small bird on the branch 

How to fly to land on the earth, by dancing in the air.

The fallen leaves down on the gentle wave of the water

In the creek scaring the small school of fish, 

And then the fallen leaves taught the fish, 

How to ride the down-streaming to the lake.

I learned the art of falling

As Judo's first lesson in my high school days.

Now, I try to learn how to float, down-streaming,

Peacefully toward the lake.


Photo by Joshua Woroniecki on Unsplash

 In the Woods


I see a blind man walking the trail with a long white cane.

The woods must offer all kinds of pleasures to everyone.

Today, I see a young woman jogging the trail with one normal leg and another artificial.

She smiles when our eyes meet.

God bless them!

I am the last person to be blessed among the three.




Photo by Timothy Dykes on Unsplash

 A Scene in the Woods

He can hide the acorns, no one can find them.

Smart fellow!


When there is an invader, he can find a spot to hide on top of a tree,

In a blink of the eye.

Smart fellow!


He can fly from a branch of one tree to another, 

Quicker than a bird.

Really smart fellow he is!


Wonder if the squirrel is the ancestor of the bird.

Or, the bird is ancestor of squirrel. 


God even gifted a pair of wings to dinosaurs

Did He mean to make all the living thing angels?

And then,

Wonder if He collected all the wings back.

Or, there were too many bad guys trying to fly away. 


When we watch the squirrels flying with no wings

I could be careless of what Darwin said in his theory.

I am just happy.

Smart fellows make my life happier, at times

in my woods.


4/15/2021

 

Q and A in the Woods

in one summer morning,

i was standing 

on the bridge over a small stream

to see the water.

a young boy approached me,

asking me how many fish were in the water.

“Well, I did not count the fish, but about ten.”

Then, he started counting,

“one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”

“You are right. There are ten fish.”

That was the way my day began and

I was happy with a young boy greeting an old Asian man.

There was no racial discrimination between an old man and

a young American boy in the woods.

I started to count the fish, but they were moving constantly

upstream.


--Yearn Hong Choi

 

Seattle

 

---Honeymoon Haiku

 

 

One full week in poetry reading

and poetry-dance ensemble, every evening

The brunch at the Market Place, and

Seafood dinner at the sea-side restaurant 

Made the best honeymoon

To the bride who loved poetry and dance.

He was a poet.

She was a dancer.

Seattle was his first port of call

On the way to Indiana University in 1968

From Korea as a penniless foreign student.


-- Yearn Hong Choi

4/12/2021


Auguste Rodin's The Kiss

I look into your photo once a day.

At least once a day.

Someday, I look it ten times.

You gave me this album, small yet a most precious gift.

in it you are in front of Rodin's sculpture,

the Kiss in the National Gallery of Arts.

Even though all our letters and photos stored in my computer may be erased.

I will still have this small album, pictures you have collected in your first Virginia trip, 

in which the one photo that makes me so happy.

I can breathe when I see you in that breath-taking photo once a day.

12/31/2018



Snows of Kilimanjaro


No one knew how the leopard reached the peak of the mountain,
Frozen in immortality.

Like that leopard, Ernest Hemingway’s spirit climbed up to the mountain,
the highest mountain of Africa,
White Mountain, snow-covered peak,
The Masai called it the House of God,
Whose throne sits up in the Heavens.

The Leopard, Hemingway and now, my daughter, have reached the summit of the mountain,
Uhuru Peak, Tanzania, 5985 Meters/19341 Feet.

To see and enter the House of God
That they could not see from the vast desert plain of Tanzania.

Mortals, both animal and man, aspire to reach the Heavens.
But I am touched by my daughter’s motivation of reaching the top to fulfill her dad's dream. 
He is a poet.

Veni, Vidi, Amavi

---Yearn Hong Choi
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5/09/2017

From the Niagara Falls





From the Niagara Falls

 

Listen to the rolling of the thunder by the water all day.    

Hear the roaring thunder of Indians all day.

Lo, the rainbow created by the gigantic waterfalls in the sun.

 

In the night falls,

Thunder comes down to my pillow, 

Then enter deep into my bones.

 

The placid river suddenly falldown 176 feet. 

Indians believed the thunderous roaring was God’s voice,

So they worshiped the thunder and rainbow arched over the falls.

 

After the Ice Age Glacier melted,  

Great Lakes emerged 

 Forming a natural canal

 From Lake Erie to Lake Ontario.

So, the science tries to explain.

 

After all, I am an Indian boy now

 listening to and worshiping the thunder.

 

The Niagara is not river, it is just a canal

 

Who said that life was 80 percent wind?

I believe life is 90 percent mystery.

 

 

 

10/18/2016

Yearn Hong Choi. Moon of New York. Baltimore, Maryland




Yearn Hong Choi. Moon of New York. Baltimore, Maryland. PublishAmerica. 2008. 105 pages. $16.95. isbn 978-1-60610-780-1

  

The reoccuring themes of family and home loom large in these lyrical poems. Yearn Hong Choi landed in Seattle in 1968, a poor young Korean man who came to town with only seventy dollars and ambition in his pocket. His autobiographical verse serves to remind us that we can’t go home again and expect to find it unchanged. 

     A gentleness of spirit pervades the wistful memories of family in a series of poems: “Name,” “Photo Album,” “Departing,” and “Mother and Dove.” This same gentleness of spirit sees the sublimity and beauty in the natural world. He loves the woods in all seasons. The trees give comfort even while humankind interrupts their space. There is frequent reference to the sea and it is both a cause of uncertainty—and a path to a new life—yet he yearns for the solidity of land. This land becomes palpable in poems of the Arizona and New Mexico desert. This same western landscape, from which he sees the expansiveness of the universe, at times overwhelms the poet and leaves him speechless. 

     The only thing the reader may not be sure of is the rationale for the order in which the poems are presented. There may be a chronological order in which he has revisited the places and scenes. Yearn Choi uses language that is simple and direct in poems that are accessible to the general reader. His metaphors come from the eye and the ear. 

     What holds this book together is its collection of images and memories that give meaning to life. He asks the big questions on the mysteries of life on which we all reflect from time to time. Yearn Choi tells us about himself in dealing with the vagaries of life and his poems illuminate human experiences by their connectedness to those questions: who we are, where we are, and where we should be. He keeps returning to his homeland and memories of family, to the family home, his grandmother in the potato fields of Idaho, his children, retirement, and always back to Korea, as in the beautiful lines of “To Koh Choong-suk,” where he remembers: LiPo drank alone by the moonlight / but I drank all night long next to you. / We were two happy drunkards in the world. As this poet navigates the regions of our feelings and emotions, he stops to look while the rest of us drive on by.

J. Glenn Evans

Seattle, Washington

10/11/2016

Copenhagen’s Bicycle Review




Copenhagen’s Bicycle Review

By: Karolina Gajdeczka

 

Before Copenhagen’s Bicycle, Yearn Hong Choi wrote two other poetry books in English, including Autumn Vocabulariesand Moon of New York.  Like his other books, Copenhagen’s Bicycle, Yearn Hong Choi’s third poetry book in English,includes moments captured from an immigrant’s life.  This book also includes scenes of travel from his retirement. 

Copenhagen’s Bicycle moves the reader with a sense of fluidity and wonder.  It invites the reader to join in on these senses and the poet’s same journey: “Why don’t you pedal your bicycle to the Congressional building/ and then to the coffee shop/ when you visit Copenhagen?” as he did.  The sense of discovery—of a new place, of a new lover, of a new season—transports the reader fluidly from line to line, poem to poem in this collection, the way water moves in and out of the imagery in the poems.

Each poem is written in free verse, most without rhyming, and the line length varies with ease, sometimes shifting into prose poetry.  The first three sections introduce themes used as images in the last three sections, while the middle section transports the reader from reflections on leaving a place, settling in a new one, to traveling somewhere else. The structure of the poems as well as the structure of the collection overall gracefully complement the subject matter of Choi’s poetry.

The book begins the journey in the first three sections with the idea of coming and going: an immigrant’s life, the ebb and flow of water: “Welcome home brothers and sisters! / Welcometo our harbor/Of New Hope, New Dream and New Ambition”; “written messages are coming to here from somewhere and/ Going out of here to there”;  Eodo is there/ nothing but waves”;“Come rolling, mighty surf! / Come surging, sea, arise!” Streams of consciousness reveal Choi’s fascination with seaside scenes and waterscapes, perhaps as a deep part of his nostalgia for the homeland.

Images of earth and mother are also introduced, along with more wistfulness for the poet’s home country: “Do you know/ my mother is still alive, / next to me?”; “Whenever I climb up my mountain/ my mother is always greeting me”; “She became a young, beautiful woman;/ Ever since then she became my home country”; “When you cannot handle solitude, / walk into the woods and talk to the trees and birds.  Also, the four seasons and passion are introduced as themes: “Suddenly, /cherry blossom, / yellow flower fence”; “The butterflies are whispering to the flowers”; “In the snowy night, / a poet can hear/ the sound of a young woman/ undressing”; “Love begins when the flower blooms, and / ends when the flower withers.” These themes and images are seamlessly tied together as moments of transition and discovery.

The fourth section in the book introduces a sense of wonder in the world through a traveler’s eyes—“Another amazing scene!"—in the title poem, which acts as a bridge from the first three sections to the last three, startling the reader with a sense of wonder and wanderlust.  The remaining three sections reflect on experiences of travel, in which the poet uses images that moved him to remember his home country in the first three sections: the mountains, and the water: “The mountain is a line, so is the sky, earth, sea, clouds, men and women, and rain”; “Oh, I now know why Inca people live on the high altitude of the Andes”; “When the sun rises, / they go out to the cliffs/ to see the ships returning home, / and watch the sea all day/ in quietness.”

Overall, the collection is filled with beautiful memories captured in images that linger with you.  The simplicity of the language in these poems captures an innocent sense of wonder and longing throughout the collection, and paints vividly scenes from an immigrant’s life.

Karolina Gajdeczka will be published in the Susquehanna Review.  She has worked on the staff of the Potomac Review and Maryland Life.  Karolina received the William Heath Award for outstanding achievement in creative writing.  She was the advisory editor to Lighted Corners magazine.


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Dr. Yearn Hong Choi, Copenhagen’s Bicycle, Baltimore: PublishAmerica, 110 pages

 

Copenhagen’s Bicycle is the third poetry book in English by a Korean-American poet published by PublishAmerica. His two poetry books, Autumn Vocabularies (1990) and Moon of New York (2008) received good reviews from the United States and Korea. Copenhagen’s Bicycle as his two previous poetry books, contains his love and prayers toward his home country ( for example, My Country, Mountains, Mother, Army Second Lieutenant, Renate Hong, a German woman married to a North Korean student, East Sea, and White Deer Lake in Cheju Island) and his adopted country, USA (for example, Immigrant Dream, Economy, Yosemite National Party, Arizona Desert, American Tragedy, and TJ, his grandson). However, this poetry book has one section with his travel poems to Scandinavian countries, Spain, Portugal, Morocco, China, Peru, and Alaska. Copenhagen’s Bicycle, the title poem, is his admiration of Danish politicians who are riding their bicycle to the Congressional work. He saw bicycles in the parking lot of the Danish Congressional building. He also observed the wind power turbines in the seashore. From his Scandinavian trip, he paid attention and produced environmental poems for nature conservation and the “small is beautiful” culture. Dr. Choi has been an environmentalist throughout his life.

 

Recently, has published his travel essay book in Korean by the same title which is available from bookstores in Korea.

 

The heart of this poetry book may be his lyrical poems such as Hummingbird, Solitude, Autumn Woods, First Snow Fall, Poet’s Lover, Golf and Surfer among others. Ten illustrations for ten poems are making this book attractive.

 

A coupe of poems from Jeju Island---Eodo (Ieodo) and White Deer Lake at the top of Mt. Hall--- are also included in this poetry book. Dr. Choi is a visiting scholar of Society of Ieodo Research. They are:

 

White Deer Lake

 

The legendary story of white deer playing with a saint

Has been long hidden by fog or foggy rain.

The mysterious lake revealed 

Under sunshine,

After the foggy rain in one summer afternoon was gone

On my fifth trip to Mt. Halla.

 

I could see the lake from the peak of the mountain: 

How fortunate I was!

Fog in the crater was suddenly removed 

At 2 in the afternoon.

Water in the bottom of the lake was good enough

For the deer and the saint to drink.

 

I suddenly see the lake

A beautiful nude of Venus

On the sea shell.

 

All precious things hidden by the bridal veil and 

Emerges briefly to please the naked eyes

Of the poet.

 

*White Deer Lake was located at the peak of Mt. Halla, the highest mountain in South Korea, 1950-meter from sea level.

 

 

Eodo

 

Eodo is the last port of call

All fishermen visit

And their boats anchor in.

 

At the end of the sea,

There is Eodo.

 

It is an Utopia, next world of Cheju fishermen and women.

 

Their dream is surfing on high white waves

Accompanied by the seagulls,

Attracting schools of fish and harvesting them.

 

Eodo is only one island

Which does not appear above water on any maps 

In this world.

 

So no one can steal it from Cheju people.

It is a secret island.

 

Eodo is the last port of call

All fishermen visit

And their boats anchor in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

His poetry book is hoped to be shared with his home country people as well. He hopes this one to be shared by his neighbors near and far who love poetry—words with soul and aesthetics. This book is available from amazon.com

 

 

----Sun Mo Ryoo, professor emeritus of Kyunggi University