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목가풍의 건전한 시들은 그냥 그런데, 후기 시로 갈수록 스멀스멀 기어오르는 병든 색채가 마음에 드네


시인들보다는 슐츠나 호프만, 리고티 같은 이름들이 더 그럴듯한 컴패리즌 아닐까 싶기도



Death stoops over me. / I'm a problem in chess. / He has the solution.


A revelation. / The long-standing apple tree. / The sea is close by.


The roof broke apart / and the dead man can see me / can see me. That face.


The boy drinks milk and / sleeps securely in his cell, / a mother of stone.


We’ll meet in 200 years when the microphones in the hotel walls are forgotten / and can at last sleep, become trilobites.