Long Finger Poem

By Jin Eun-Young b. 1970 Jin Eun-Young

Translated By Peter Campion Read the translator's notes

I'm working on my poems and working with   
my fingers not my head. Because my fingers

are the farthest stretching things from me.
Look at the tree. Like its longest branch

I touch the evening's quiet breathing. Sounds   
of rain. The crackling heat from other trees.

The tree points everywhere. The branches can't   
reach to their roots though. Growing longer they

grow weaker also. Can't make use of water.
Rain falls. But I'm working with these farthest stretching

things from me. Along my fingertips bare shoots   
of days then years unfurl in the cold air.

Source: Poetry (April 2007).

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This poem originally appeared in the April 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

April 2007

Biography

Jin Eun-Young was born in Daejong, South Korea in 1970. She is the author of a book of poems, A Dictionary Composed of Seven Words (2003), as well as a study on Kant entitled Critique of Pure Reason Puts Reason in Court, both from Moonji.

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Nature, Arts & Sciences, Trees & Flowers, Philosophy, The Body, Poetry & Poets

POET’S REGION Asia, East

Poetic Terms Metaphor, Couplet

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