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First Love

First Love by Sung Suk-je Translated by Ellie Y. Choi moon cakes. When they returned, they would be like rusk biscuits, empty and flat. Young girls in blue school uniforms and white scarves walked by silently. Under the tree arbors old men slept as if already gone over to another world. Every day was the same. Like identical loaves from a bread mold, yesterday was like today and tomorrow would be the same. As usual, you trailed after me. You, countless yous. I saw Ch'unja's husband singing in front of the market. His raggedy uniform was filthy but his shoes were sparkling. "Have you by any chance seen my Ch'unja, my love Ch'unja? Her last name is Kim, and her first name Ch'unja, oh my love Ch'unja." But the people in this inferno walked by with stony expressions on their hard-boiled faces. Soon he would grab each passing woman with the same question, yelling "Ch'unja!!" at them, and eventually collapse to the ground, rolling in the dirt. Writhing, his eyes rolled up in his head, foaming at the mouth. After coming to he would probably re-shine his shoes and begin singing again. I passed Ch'unja's husband as I jumped over http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

First Love

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by Sung Suk-je Translated by Ellie Y. Choi moon cakes. When they returned, they would be like rusk biscuits, empty and flat. Young girls in blue school uniforms and white scarves walked by silently. Under the tree arbors old men slept as if already gone over to another world. Every day was the same. Like identical loaves from a bread mold, yesterday was like today and tomorrow would be the same. As usual, you trailed after me. You, countless yous. I saw Ch'unja's husband singing in front of the market. His raggedy uniform was filthy but his shoes were sparkling. "Have you by any chance seen my Ch'unja, my love Ch'unja? Her last name is Kim, and her first name Ch'unja, oh my love Ch'unja." But the people in this inferno walked by with stony expressions on their hard-boiled faces. Soon he would grab each passing woman with the same question, yelling "Ch'unja!!" at them, and eventually collapse to the ground, rolling in the dirt. Writhing, his eyes rolled up in his head, foaming at the mouth. After coming to he would probably re-shine his shoes and begin singing again. I passed Ch'unja's husband as I jumped over

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 1, 2007

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