Nana Stories

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Nana Stories

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The Clear End

It was too late. On a hot summer day we spent on the island, something happened to the cat Nana.

We could see the black bow of a ship anchored in the wharfside. And that is all. Once in a while car headlights used to rock up and down into the empty sky over the isolated sea through heavy rain.

We found a road sign at the end. About eight miles of unpaved road passing by Jeondung Temple, we met a swimming beach. Evening sunshine came down flutteringly. Yellow sea water rushed upon down us, then it became dark blue. Empty spaces sprouted up.

A vet lay down the cat and inspected it carefully, and said that it had broken ribs and an intestinal disorder. And he said it had to go under the knife. She might be dead. Nana moaned and groaned.

There is no one who can divide this world with a stroke into two realms, the good and the bad. All pleasure and all despair are mixed up in tangled thread, and connect gaps between men and men, men and animals or plants, and men and the universe. It is a strong chain, or a violence. It is an adultery, or an illicit love.

We went to the island in order to cover our longing with a thick coat, or to wash the longing out, but the sea gives no answer. It is a miracle that Nana is still alive now.

* Jeondung Temple – a buddhist temple at Kangwha
Island in the West Sea of Korea

AuthorHanyong Jeong
2018-08-21T17:23:36+00:00 October 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 28|0 Comments