Kina poetry på gjesthuset en kveld i regn (Norwegian)
Korean poetry about a guesthouse one evening of rain.

Høstregn senker seg over gjestehuset
kaldt utafor, rolig natt med lampe
trist inni meg, sorgfull i rom
i hjertet en munk som mediterer.

Autumn rain sinks over the guesthouse
it's cold outside, night is calm with a lamp
of sadness inside me, a room of mourning
in my heart a monk who meditates.

Ch 'oe Ch'iwon. Korea

also by him with my attempts at translation:

Høstvind bare sang bittert
knapt en venn kjenner min lyd
regnet siler ute i mørket
fra lampen min går hugen langt.


Autumn's wind sings bitterly
hardly a friend knows my voice
rain pours down out in the dark
from my lamp memory travels far

Get angry and get even, mock the lion and get eaten. (Honey/sweetheart/darling), we need to talk about North Korea. He's gonna **** himself with that lean hatred. And he's more broken than we said - it's more than a crack, we've got nine times two pieces. And he's more angry than he admits, because when hearts fracture they're left seething - gritted teeth and eyes beaming - (sink your ******* teeth in).

And if we're being honest we're not.
And if we're pointing fingers, it's all his fault.
               He was always a ******* cnt. Is this what they call tough love?
                                                                    Misplaced anger going back where it belongs?

     I       won't     give    up. Iwon'tgiveup.

Saturday I read their books and I listened to their birds and they're all joking about how he's so ******* absurd. Twenty Mondays, thirteen Sundays - they only read picture books, declare a war and they'll only giggle at your below average looks.

All they do is cry.
All they do is laugh.
All they do is lie there,
                                     indifferently.
                                        just like me..

The toxins make this possible. Cocktails charged with absolutely no intentions, they'll do whatever you won't let them. Armed with sharpened malice and a lack of direction, and the company swoops in and brands them with the worst affections. No direction no direction no direction.

Honey, please call me. I'm pretty sure we're gonna lose him to this infection.

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