Shijo -- Chong Chol

Guest poem submitted by Lisa:
(Poem #1503) Shijo
 The rise and fall of nations are myriad;
 Taebang Fortress is covered
 with autumn grass.
 To the herdsman's pipes
 I'll leave my ignorance of the past
 and I'll drink a cup to this great age of peace.
-- Chong Chol
This poem appeared today in the Korean Herald, in their "A Poem for
Breakfast" feature.  I was struck by the first line, pointing to the
ephemeral nature of even great nations, as they rise, fall, and are
eventually become covered over with grass.  In the midst of daily bad news
from all corners of the world, much of it caused by nations attempting to
create some sort of permanence for themselves and their ideologies, a
sentiment such as this strikes me as, bizarrely, hopeful.  Nations come and
go, always.  I think I'll join Chong Chol in leaving my ignorance and
drinking a cup -- though I wonder if the age he lived in was really the
great age of peace!

The poem appeared here:
http://www.koreaherald.co.kr/SITE/data/html_dir/2004/04/15/asp

The Korean Herald had this to say about the poem:
Chong Chol, the great poet-bureaucrat of the mid-Joseon period, treats one
of the great themes of literature, the ephemeral nature of human existence.
His stance is typically Korean. He says, concentrate on how good things are
now and forget the turbulence of the past! Taebang Fortress is today's
Namwon in North Jeolla Province, Chunhyang's town.

More information about the Joseon period can be found here:
[broken link] http://www.korea.net/learnaboutkorea/history/earlyjoseon.html
[broken link] http://www.korea.net/learnaboutkorea/history/latejoseon.html

More information on the Taebang Fortress (today the Namwon Castle) can be
found here:
[broken link] http://namwon.jeonbuk.kr/eng/sub/usan/nam.htm

--Lisa

10 comments:

  1. In a similar way, Wislawa Szymborska deals with the transitoriness
    of horrendous events in an ironic vein. The pith of the poem is

    "Where not a stone still stands
    you see the Ice Cream Man
    besieged by children."

    Just picture one of the horrendous battles of WWII, say at
    Stalingrad. Most of the place names refer to killing fields,
    which the historically naive might like to look up on Google.

    ================================

    REALITY DEMANDS
    Wislawa Szymborska

    Reality demands
    that we also mention this:
    Life goes on.
    It continues at Cannae and Borodino,
    at Kosovo Polje and Guernica.

    There's a gas station
    on a little square in Jericho,
    and wet paint
    on park benches in Bila Hora.
    Letters fly back and forth
    between Pearl Harbor and Hastings,
    a moving van passes
    beneath the eye of the lion at Cheronea,
    and the blooming orchards near Verdun
    cannot escape
    the approaching atmosphere front.

    There is so much Everything
    that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.
    Music pours
    from the yachts moored at Actium
    and couples dance on their sunlit decks.

    So much is always going on,
    that it must be going on all over.
    Where not a stone still stands
    you see the Ice Cream Man
    besieged by children.
    Where Hiroshima had been
    Hiroshima is again,
    producing many products
    for everyday use.

    This terrifying world is not devoid of charms,
    of the mornings
    that make waking up worthwhile.
    The grass is green
    on Maciejowice's fields,
    and it is studded with dew,
    as is normal with grass.

    Perhaps all fields are battlefields,
    all grounds are battlegrounds,
    those we remember
    and those that are forgotten:
    the birch, cedar, and fir forests, the white snow,
    the yellow sands, gray gravel, the iridescent swamps,
    the canyons of black defeat,
    where, in times of crisis,
    you can cower under a bush.

    What moral flows from this? Probably none.
    Only the blood flows, drying quickly,
    and, as always, a few rivers, a few clouds.

    On tragic mountain passes
    the wind rips hats from unwitting heads
    and we can't help
    laughing at that.

    ================================

    On a certain topical mailing list, a guy in Russia complained
    that at the site of the siege of Moscow in WWII, there is now
    an IKEA store. It is deplorable, he thought. I shot back that
    I thought it is wonderful, reality demands that we mention
    life goes on.

    A department store may be better than a monument.

    Symborska is one of my favorite poets. She is Polish. She
    won the Nobel not too long ago. Her poems are gems of the
    commonplace seen uncommonly.

    John K. Taber

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  2. Yoon Shim

    Just thought I'd mention - I'm not sure if 'shijo' is
    really the title of this poem, but it means a form of
    poetry that has been used by scholars and high-class
    people in Korea since about the end of the Koryo
    period. It's sort of like haiku, consisting of three
    'parts'(lines) which are formed with a certain number
    of words.

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