A night’s serenade ends
In a mist of morning rains
ere the golden chariot shows
as the sunflower becomes
alive, anew, aglow -as ever
radiant with the eternal desire
for the indifferent charioteer
reflected in the drops of dew
shimmering in petrichor.
There’s no specific world equivalent of “Petrichor” in korean, either. It appears that the word itself is a product of modern neologism from the 1960s: blend of petro- ‘relating to rocks’ (the smell is believed to be caused by a liquid mixture of organic compounds which collects in the ground) and ichor. It’s an alluring word, isn’t it? Let’s propagate the use of the word!:)
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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