Flower (by Kim, Chunsu; 1922-2004)

Until I spoke her name,
she had been
no more than a mere gesture.

When I spoke her name,
she came to me
and became a flower.

Now speak my name,
one fitting this color and odor of mine,
as I spoke her name,
so that I may go to her
and become her flower.

We all wish
to become something,
You to me and I to you
wish to become an unforgettable gaze.