A Flag -At the Korean Consulate to New York Somewhere Between the sky and the earth, I poked a pole And hung a piece of cloth on its top. Hush! Hush! Hold your breath! Flap, flap, flap. As symbols are flapping their white wings with plosive sounds, The high-nosed sky is coming down gently, And the deep-sunk earth is going up briskly. The sky and the earth which have not gotten..