IN THE FIELD FILLING UP WITH SNOW – Seo Jeong-ju / Become a poet, among rice fields, temples and dolmens.

When youth experiences influence a literary style.

Our Korean’s art journey start in Seodang, were private village schools providing elementary education during the Goryeo and Joseon dynasties. Here you can find the temple of Seonunsa. Gochang County (county in North Jeolla Province, South Korea), it’s a rural area. The Gochang Dolmens (located in Maesan village), are listed as a UNESCO World Heritage site and Historic Site. Famous people from Gochang include the 20th-century poet Midang, born in Seodan village, where you can visit the Midang Literary House.

He was a Korean poet and university professor, who wrote under the pen name Midang. SEO JEONGJU (considered as one of the best poets in twentieth-century Korean literature), was nominated five times for the Nobel Prize in literature. In 1936, one of his poem was published in a newspaper. His youthful experiences influenced his literary style. He was born in Gochang County (North Jeolla Province), where received his primary education in Seodang village. Influenced by foreign literature, his early works were modernism and surrealism. His first collection of poems, was published in 1941. He was the founding father of modern Korean poetry. His 100th anniversary (in December 2016), was scheduled to be commemorated by the republication of his collected works. Midang Literary House, sited in poet’s native village and final resting place, was opened in the year after his death.

IN THE FIELD FILLING UP WITH SNOW – It’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   right. The snowflakes fall in heaps, embracing even the sound of baby pheasants and quails returning to their nests. It’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   right. The snowflakes fall like fluffy cotton, embracing even the sound of young girls with rosy cheeks returning to their nests. It embraces even the sound of all the fortunes returning home, the crying, the laughing, the burdened ones now getting up strongly. To the big ones, big tear traces, to the small ones, small laugh lines; the sound of big stories and small stories returning home, whispering softly. It’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   right, it’s   all   righ. The snowflakes fall constantly, embracing even the sound of many mountains, the Blue Mountains returning home.

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