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Listening to a Bottle
Yu Kwang-chung
Always had I imagined that all bottles
Were empty and mindless
Until one day I leaned to a bottle's mouth,
Surprised to hear the whole world
Whirling and whirling inside
Into a rounded perfect song,
Just as the clear serenity
That settles to the bottom of my mind
Was but the world's turbulent din
That fell whirling and dashing
Shrill against my victim ear.
