What have you done until you come to me? Ripe persimmon! <br />To become pink-colour flesh inside thinned skin, <br />to leave taut fattening to my lip <br />you make spring and summer be stretched <br />with lifting heat- piling-up-plate to heaven <br />with connecting bronze colour vein to earth <br />you, an arrow target, look after parting of wind <br />you already rise to dress up to the autumn <br />Didn't you raise your sweet voice because of severance from the world <br />on the day of separating stalk? <br />Don't you hurt when firm flesh become soft to be runny? <br />Don't you fidget to find out to whom you get married? <br />Do you feel relieved at the time of catching sight of me? <br />When cherished flesh is bared with the skin undressed, <br />when you feel your flesh exposed to air for the first time <br />do you cover up with shyness <br />the chest shivering because you can't find where to go? <br />Do you perspire the groan of pleasure <br />when lips are matched <br />when sitting on the tongue? <br />Are you fearing to break up <br />when I taste even though the flesh is dispersing? <br />I am happy with you gotten.<br /><br />Chulsoo Kim<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-ripe-persimmon/
