Sunlight expires with the day,

as night silently opens

wide and gentle enough to share.

Each to our own.


All is a moonstone shining silver,

and the glitter of stars fills me with such peace―

I always desire what’s hidden.


All that yearning,

and all that emptiness otherwise

makes me a true benefactor.


What yet passes is prelude.

Because the joy I feel, body and soul,

is no small luxury.

I perform the rounds, protecting them.


Stephen Cipot

Garden City Park

Reprinted courtesy of Korean Expatriate Literature

펴낸 곳: 해외문학
KEL Issue 27

The author is honored to have had this poem translated into Korean for bilingual Issue 27

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