I am inclined a little Korean Poetry

1. Introduction

This is a new collection of poems by Na Tae-joo, a poet who looks at the world and people with a warm gaze. It contains 100 new poems by poet Na Tae-joo, who says that just as a bee brings honey from a pretty flower and makes honey, a poet gently brings beautiful things scattered here and there and writes them down as poetry.

As always, the poet's works, which contain lingering lingering feelings and friendly feelings that are felt even in small things, give us comfort and caress and give us a sense of happiness in everyday life.

2. Table of Contents

Foreword, love, be strong

1 page thinking of you loving you

that you cottonwood road see you in september princess night Blackcurrant inn room therefore under the petals to my poetry summer girl flustered mind new poem sadness Lips the house of the eyebrows memory I want to see you to the wind Cloudy day long way separation hope lover clumsy farewell Because of you fall floor famous mountain memories still reason new star the girl in my heart rose flower watch gift

Chapter 2 be very pretty smile for a long time

love white clouds mom heart Superstition at the breakfast table excuse mistake blossom season this person my goliath back to new mom laundry theory organ hometown Return to daughter travel 1 parenting leave to a young mother clear sky old saying

Chapter 3 share a piece of wind I took a bite of the sun and ate it

this side and that side travel 2 clear day Flower Literature Museum fish pictures in front of the table deadwood Veranda acid swallow the power of the root cloudy day nap morning nap swallowtail butterfly In the earthen bowl you make Gujeolcho longing Alas crisp blue sky guppy arrowroot scent some desert to the traveler

Chapter 4 on a windy day I want to call

terminal dining room back to middle school thinking softly self portrait making a call eye Shahira chair small talk sit down outside the window arab virgin shahira I promise Blackcurrant that long way much more aha bare foot Mrs. Chohee for younger poets riding a bike to heaven To the Poet Leaving for Santiago

Opening Notes The Language of Bees