/lit/ - Literature

>>13929940
My son, this is not designed to teach you fanaticism.
Grow up until you come to know love.
Humanity's final moments,
the day you drink your cup to the dregs,
the day America's oil dries up:
before you reach such distant times, the words
you will register in your heart are words you will learn
from the city's fatigue.
You will learn this firm silence.
You will wonder whether
the peach seed is not made of love!
Sometime the day will come
when peach seed and apricot seed
will leap up, maddened by love!
And that will not be the false meditation
of a mistaken hour like your father's.

- Kim Suyong, "Variations on a Theme of Love"