{"product_id":"a-bottle-of-red-9798991833875","title":"A Bottle of Red","description":"\u003cp\u003eIt's been over forty years since I immigrated to Sydney. I am a Korean Australian poet. In the poem \u003cem\u003eYou and I are\u003c\/em\u003e, I reflect on the division between South and North Korea. More than seventy years have passed since countless families were separated, and I wrote the poem to hold that long sorrow. Letting go of war and politics, I look into the world of a father, the head of a family-my own father, who sat in a small room surrounded by four walls, staring at a hopeless \u003cem\u003eWall\u003c\/em\u003e while drawing up hopeful plans for our future. One day, not even realizing spring had come, I saw \u003cem\u003eThe Cornelian Cherry\u003c\/em\u003e blossoms and thought, \"Ah... so it's spring,\" and in that moment, the children moved forward with their lives, tasting \u003cem\u003eThe Joy of Being One\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEven though\u003cem\u003e Life\u003c\/em\u003e offers no clear answers, I paddle my little boat in search of friendship. That boat drifts beneath the rising sun at \u003cem\u003eNelson Bay Beach\u003c\/em\u003e, missing the mountains and streams of home, until a wave becomes a brush and paints a \u003cem\u003eHibiscus syriacus\u003c\/em\u003e blossom on the rocks. Before I know it, it's autumn. When I long for the narrow paths of home lined with \u003cem\u003eThe Cosmos\u003c\/em\u003e flowers, I find myself thinking: perhaps those cosmos wear rainbow hanbok and are counting stars on an autumn night. That longing becomes heartache, and heartache becomes The \u003cem\u003eResurrection Lilies\u003c\/em\u003e blooming on the hillside. Leaning there, I gaze toward the sky over my homeland, hoping to feel the wind blowing from that direction-yet who could truly know such a feeling?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI stand in that wind and look toward mist-covered peaks. On a day of summer rain, a woman's nobility blossoms like the \u003cem\u003eBlue Plum\u003c\/em\u003e flowers. Her life, like a bush warbler perched on a thin branch, never ceases its quiet lament. Then, in an instant, she scatters in the winter wind, becoming tears. Meanwhile, her daughter enters college and, sitting beside \u003cem\u003eCamellias\u003c\/em\u003e in the winter wind, she begins to learn a love as pure and deep as falling snow. And now, as I gaze at the red twilight, I reflect on the sorrows and joys of life. Recalling the people who shaped our world and the histories they forged, I find that the evening sky quietly stains the life of a writer lost in thought, and the clink of red wine glasses echoes with poetic resonance.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cbr\u003e","brand":"And Then Press","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51623801815314,"sku":"9798991833875","price":11.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0831\/4771\/8930\/files\/img_e9f64508-6924-4d5b-a3d2-5108accd8dc8.jpg?v=1758646973","url":"https:\/\/surprise-castle.myshopify.com\/products\/a-bottle-of-red-9798991833875","provider":"Surprise Castle","version":"1.0","type":"link"}