Dead Slow
Great love comes in dead slow
like a great ship putting into port.
Little body, please guide me.
Just as a great ship following a tugboat
surrenders the power of its whole body,
great love comes in so mild and cautious,
comes in at a speed close to death.
The boundless sea
I have hastened over at full speed
but how hard it is for me to reach you.
Don’t hurry. I will come to you
holding my breath in deathly quiet.
Don’t be sorrowful.
I might not be able to reach you in this life.
[The 1st Asian Literature Festival 2017]
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