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-In Memory of the Air-Force Pilot, the Father Myung-Ryul Park, and his Son In-Chul Park…
The hillside is dusky when the sun set in the west,
The riverbank the road lights flash on the dandy creased
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In early morning, whenever open the eyes,
It flows that the unrecoverable old stories, suddenly.
The autumn airs are whirling like the spring tides,
The regrets and sorrows surges upon to me.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon
The white washcloth is wrapped the black brains.
The white rubber shoes are hung on the rough feet.
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Dong-Ju, Yoon
On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
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Sah-Eon, Yang
Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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At dawn, through the open window embrace,
Whispers of weeping voices reach to my bed.
But down the park, to the grove I tread, where
The chorus of insects' hushes, silence spread.
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Please feel sorry
But
Please not feel sorry verily
Please but sorry suitably.
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- Lighting up holding the arrow-root lamp.
If the full of longing stretcheth to the dark-side,
If looking up the time turneth to the purgatory days,
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Looking up from the heaven, until dying,
I long to have no blots of shame
Even on the leaves when the winds are stirring,
So being tortured by myself I have to blame
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With blowing an oaten pipe,
The vales and hills in spring,
I'm longing for the oldie home town.
Beep, Pi-l nil ni ri!
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For making a chrysanthemum bust out to blooming
Maybe from the spring, so the cuckoo was wailing
For making a chrysanthemum bust out to blooming
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Byung-Ki, Lee
It's cool by the wind, I'm going out the yard.
The sky o'er the west hill summit clear from the cloud.
Neatly, crescent moon appeareth with the stars.
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Choon-Soo, Kim(金春洙)
Before, when I call his name
He's only,
He is nothing but the gesture.
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The seasons are passing in the air
Where the autumn is full in there.
Not I am with anxiety
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By Dong-Ju Yoon
I turn around the corner of the hills,
On the edge of a rice fiel's
By myself, to visit a remote well.
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by Dong-Hwan Kim
1.
Who's living at the southern vills over the hills.
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One night at the traveler's house, yesterday.
And sat up all night. Caw, caw. There's the song of the crow.
How many miles shall I go, today?
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Written by In-Hwan, Park
Now, I have forgotten his name,
But the lips, the pupils
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Kinsley Lee Biography
* Name: Sang-Gog Ki-Woon Lee * Born in Seoul * Graduate from Sogang University * Graduate from Korea Air & Open University * Studied at KAIST. * Had been worked at OPC. * Had been worked at Samsung Electronics Co. * Had been worked as an Adjunct Professor at EEC of the Sogang University. * Had been worked as an Visiting Professor at Kyun-Yang University. * Working at CapusPartners Co. * A member of the Han-Gang Literature Association. * Writing the Korean Shi or Shijo, English Poem, Traditional Chinese Poem titled the Hanshi and a literary critic.)
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The Ode For Twin Star
-In Memory of the Air-Force Pilot, the Father Myung-Ryul Park, and his Son In-Chul Park…
The hillside is dusky when the sun set in the west,
The riverbank the road lights flash on the dandy creased
Roads. In the small cell, they prepare for their rest.
And on the sky, the stars appear their faces in the east.
But the outside of the land the day's affair's not finished,
Under the starlight their busyness are not diminished.
One day the gravestone was erected in this hallowed ground,
And with greeting, a new star appeared in the sky at night,
And the four-year son's waiting his sire to the airplane's sound,
And longing for father but only the star's beaming the light
When he grown up, been an air-force pilot to fly
But one day, sadly he chased his father in the sky.
Yon, the twin tombstones on this land. Hark!
The twin stars on the sky, on this hill and river, they shine.
Without the resting the gray tombstones gleam in dark,
The last post blows the calmly sounds in this shrine.
For their living days for their country they did their best,
And the small cells under the ground the all souls rest.
Owing to the sacrifice of the stars the road-lights shine
And the Pleasure boat progress upstream on the river
And hot summer on the farm the grapes are maturing on the vine
For wine. We must not forget their sacrifice forever.
For this country, he left this land for being a star,
And even his son chased him for being another star.
(10th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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