Trinity Bailey

The Winter Sea by Kim Nam-jo (1927- )
I went out to see the winter sea.
The unknown bird, the bird I wished to see,
had died and wasn’t there.
The image above connects to this poem by giving you a visual
representation of the icy cold tone presented in The Winter Sea.
The bitter sea wind froze
even the truth into tears
when I thought of you.
The fire of futility
was burning above the water.
It is always time
that teaches me.
Nodding my head, I stand in the winter sea.
Though my remaining days are few,
let me have a soul
where one prayer opens
the door to more passionate prayers.                                                                                                                                                                                             
I went out to see the winter sea.
the water of endurance was creating
pillars in the depths of the water.



About the poet: 
Kim Nam-Jo is a South Korean poet born 1927, Daegu, South Korea. Kim attended an all-girls school in Kyushu, Japan, and graduated from the College of Education at Seoul National University. She made her public appearance as a poet in 1950 with her poem ¨Lingering Image¨ in the Yonhap News. She sent her career flying with her first collection of poems Life in 1953.

About the poem:
In the poem, the Speaker is beside an ocean in the winter. She is greeted by no one, and comforted by no one, just as nothing can melt or burn through the ice on the ocean. She explains that only time can really heal, and melt through the truth inside yourself. The speaker, in this poem, seems to be reflecting off of her darker thoughts, enhancing this idea by putting herself next to an icy winter sea. She prays for hope and speaks in a calm cool depressing tone. The use of figurative language regarding metaphors seem to be slim because most of this is in a real-life setting: However, there is heavy use of imagery, which sets the whole tone of the poem: "Pillars in the depths of the water", "The bitter wind sea wind froze". "I stand in the winter sea", "burning above water". This poem is taking the reader into a whirlwind of emotions including tragedy, emotional coldness, as well as using the idea of the ocean to bring a peaceful tone to it rather than a cruel violent one.







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