korean poem

Poem called Azaleas by Sowol Kim   When you leave, weary of me, I'll bid you silent farewell. An armful of azaleas culled from the hill I'll strew over your path. Step after step, on the flowers Tread lightly, as you walk. When you leave, weary of me, I'll not shed a drop of tear.   For Professor Whalen from Kim Hee Woong