Pyun Hye-young

Even in her silences she’d seemed as if she were constantly crying. But in front of others, she tried to avoid revealing a single tear

No matter how hard you tried to draw the world, you could never be exact

It was impossible to capture the trajectory of life in a map.

Who speaks for the fifties? his wife had asked, but neither of them could come up with a poet and went back and forth suggesting different possibilities only to joke that the fifties were when you understood everything and so what was the point of poetry.