Playing the Indian Card

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

A Song of the Mad Prince Wolsan

Autumn night on the river; ripples sleep.
No fish want my bait;
Only moonlight--
The boat returns empty.

- translated from a poem by the 15th-century Wolsan Taegun, for whom Toksugung, a palace in downtown Seoul, Korea, was built. He was twice passed over for the throne on the grounds that he was insane.

- Stephen K. Roney

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