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With the Eyes of a Mole: On An Heeyeon’s Proposals scrap

by Song Hyunjigo link Translated by Spencer Lee-Lenfieldgo link June 9, 2026

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안희연

An Hee-yeon

An Heeyeon began her poetic career in 2012 when she was awarded the Changbi New Poets Award. Her poetry collections include When Your Sorrow Cuts in, Within What is Called Night, What I Learned on the Summer Hill, and Walking in the Carrot Patch. She has also published prose collections, including House of Words and When You’re Loved, When Night Grows Deep. She was awarded the 2016 Shin Dong-yup Prize for Literature.

Now that I’ve read Walking the Carrot Field (2024), when I think of An Heeyeon, I picture a person left alone in a vast carrot field after she’s given away all the carrots. Then I picture her without a carrot in sight, but instead face to face with a mole’s eyes. Then I wait with excitement for her to launch into her next long story—but also with a touch of anxiety. And after growing all those vim- and vigor-giving carrots, then handing them out for free to anyone around her, will she have any strength left for herself? 

 

I wonder about that because the speaker in the book’s title poem starts blending together with the speaker in “Listening Room,” who uses all her strength writing poems to “scoop [someone else] from the current” of sadness. Since An’s first collection, When Your Sadness Gets in the Way (2015), she has been right by the side of people riding “a swing about to snap,” watching them “tripping on stones,” standing on cliffs, or trapped underwater—and she touches their unseen sadness (as in her poem “White Space”). Ten years on, her attitude in Walking is much the same. The speaker of “Gooseberry, Gooseberry” takes off her own “white sneakers” and laces them onto the addressee, who dreams of “an ungooseberried world,” so that the former can briefly take the latter’s place on the farm: “I mimic you, halving a berry.” Just like that speaker, An suffers others’ sadness for them, offering up her poetry. She donates her poems for us to lace them up, run to the ends of the earth, then use the memory of the trip along the way to cope with this life. 

 

Walking the Carrot Field galvanizes her prior language of meticulous care for others’ sadness into an exhortation: “Let’s not give up living.” To taxonomize the book: some poems testify about the world, others ask it questions, and others still exclaim over it. But no matter what their mode of narration, in the end they all amount to proposals. “Marriage Proposal” testifies that “time’s molten ore will pour down our faces”: a suggestion that we deal with sadness together. “The Big Island” asks, “Can anything stop this boat?”; it requests we stop the boat together to save someone. “Enormous Life” exclaims, “Mysterious, the woodpecker’s bill,” recommending we live in awe of the many still-undiscovered mysteries filling this world we live in. In “Listening Room,” An reminds us that even with a fire helicopter passing overhead to save others, our greatest desperation can still come from hearing our loved ones’ blood swirl. She alerts us that we’re all still alive, so we can let our loved ones hear that sound. 

 

Her stance is that of rescuing those who have fallen into sadness, even as she acutely feels her own precarity and discomfort. That posture has remained steadfast from her first collection up to the present—evidence that it’s the foundation shaping her whole poetic world, not just a byproduct of individual events. In retrospect, placing “White Space” at the start of her debut collection foretold her future path.

 

   One of that poem’s portents is riding a “swing about to snap,” an image of approaching someone else’s sadness. The later lines about how “he departs for the poles in my stead” imply why she’d shoulder such acute sensitivity: those “poles” are extremes of sadness accessed only after difficulty. All An’s work up to this point comes from a sense of debt to the people who have suffered that sadness in her place. 

 

That indebtedness comes from the attitude in “Walking the Carrot Field,” a sense that growing and giving away carrots is a kind of calling or vocation. The first line, “Here to there’s all your land,” implies the speaker got “so much” from someone else, who told her “it won’t be long before [you] harvest the carrots.” The speaker raises carrots in the place of that “someone else,” who at a glance seems like the Absolute. She grows and shares the strength to live in the place of those whose lives are harder. And if she does so from a sense of indebtedness, that fact also lets us infer why she’s tried so hard till now to be just “one single person,” using poetry both to look deeply into others’ sadness and also to rescue them from it. 

 

That desperate urgency may scarcely be legible in her poems’ beautiful sentences and gentle style. But that fact merely attests the intensity of her hope that her words might somehow reach others intact and whole. Convincing someone rather than pressuring them requires even more strength than simply ordering them to do something. And that returns me to my earlier question: what kind of strength does she have left, especially for herself? Which is to say that at the same time as I suspect An, just like her speaker in “Walking the Carrot Field” complied gladly and swiftly with the vocation handed to her when she says “I was mulling whether I even want carrots and stumbled a second,” I falter right alongside her. 

 

But it didn’t take me long to realize my fears were unfounded. An’s newest poems find that speaker still growing and sharing carrots, just like before. The narrator of the two-poem series “Toward Saneum” and “In-Ear” returns to Saneum, a place that existed before she was born, and uses the music she hears there to make others see their own respective Saneums: “To shake your own tangerine [tree] with the sound only my ear hears, and by shaking, show you your Saneum.” The eponymous poem tells us Saneum has disappeared, is invisible to the eye, but exists forever in memory. The closer the speaker draws, the more she learns about some part of herself that resembles Saneum: real yet unseen, or something she’s tried not to see. An depicts this journey, seeking to expose an inner self “not yet spun into words,” with a Korean homophone: eum can mean “sound,” but the -eum in “Saneum” means “shade.” The person who stammers “um, um” in “Toward Saneum” transforms into a person who at all costs makes “the sound of treading the floor” of her deepest self. The poem “Tonguing” shows her coming to perform at last on the instrument of her wounded body. She confidently takes her hand from the hole she’d previously covered from others’ view, and now opens and closes her body naturally, letting the wound pool and flow; she persists in offering the music that confidence creates to persuade others again. 

 

And that confidence and persistence return me to “Walking the Carrot Field.” In the wake of her previous collection, An has started telling her own story, which should lead us to read more closely the part of the poem where she confirms, “Here I am,” after giving away her carrots. That statement comes right after she “face[s] / the mole’s eyes.” The mole, its eyesight weak, nevertheless has senses with which to hunt for carrots. Yet she lifts it up and notices, “It had eyes.” Taking these two observations together suggests that the speaker, who has long wanted “to hear news beyond my power to see,” now has eyes like the mole’s, which can see the invisible (“White Space”). The fact that this happens only after she gives away all the carrots, and that her new eyes let her confirm her own existence, matters. Sharing her strength wins An eyes that notice her own sadness, comfort her, and ultimately affirm her own being. As “Tonguing” puts it, “I exist, and / therefore, noise.”

 

I think I claimed to believe in the firmness behind her proposals, but didn’t actually put enough faith in them—that the person doing the proposing has a greater strength than anyone else’s. Doesn’t the form of the proposal mean moving yourself so that you can move others? For moving others means suggesting you move, too. 

 

It’s trendy lately in Korea to say, “Neo-reul mitneun na-reul mideo”: “I trust you—so trust me.” You say it to give hope to the person you’re talking to. But now, I see how the moment you say that, you also have to believe in yourself. Because such strength is invisible, you can’t give “evidence” for it (“Dimensions Variable”), and its invisibility means someone might voice “concerns” (“So Whose Bite Mark Is This?”). But An Heeyeon, as if trying to make sure her words reach even those people, is expanding her range of vision to include herself as well, to persuade even more people with the greater strength she has drawn up. Her own “long story” may be “only beginning.”

 

 

KOREAN WORKS MENTIONED: 

· An Heeyeon, “Walking the Carrot Field,” ”Listening Room,” “Gooseberry, Gooseberry,” “Marriage Proposal,” “The Big Island,” “Enormous Life,” “The Meaning of Sympathy,“ in Walking the Carrot · Field (Munhakdongne, 2024)

안희연, 「당근밭 걷기」, 「청음실」, 「구스베리 구스베리 익어가네」, 「청혼」, 「본섬」, 「굉장한 삶」, 「긍휼의 뜻」, 『당근밭 걷기』 (문학동네, 2024) 

· An Heeyeon, “White Space” and “So Whose Bite Mark Is This?,” in When Your Sadness Gets in the Way (Changbi, 2015) 

안희연, 「백색 공간」, 「그럼 이건 누구의 이빨 자국이지?」, 『너의 슬픔이 끼어들 때』 (창비, 2015) 

· An Heeyeon, “Toward Saneum,” Haksan Munhak 130 (Haksan Munhak, 2025)

안희연, 「산음으로」, 『학산문학』 130호 (학산문학사, 2025) 

· An Heeyeon, “In-Ear,” Contemporary Literature 853 (Hyundae Munhak, 2026)

안희연, 「인이어」, 『현대문학』 853호 (현대문학, 2026) 

· An Heeyeon, “Tonguing,” Littor 54 (Minumsa, 2025) 

안희연, 「텅잉」, 『릿터』 54호 (민음사 2025) 

· An Heeyeon, “Dimensions Variable,” Poetry & Prose 123 (Siwa-Sanmun, 2024)

안희연, 「가변 설치」, 『시와산문』 123호 (도서출판 시와산문사, 2024)

Writer 필자 소개

Song Hyunji

Song Hyunji

Song Hyunji is a research professor at Korea University’s Center for Korean Literature and Language Education and currently serves on the editorial board of the journal Paran Quarterly.

Translator 번역가 소개

Spencer Lee-Lenfield

Spencer Lee-Lenfield

Spencer Lee-Lenfield translates from Korean and hanmun. His translation of Shin Hae-uk’s Biologicity was nominated for the Lucien Stryk Prize in 2025. He is an Assistant Professor of Comparative Literature at Harvard, where he teaches Translation Studies and researches Korean-English translation history.

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