Kinsley Lee

-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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Sah-Eon, Yang

Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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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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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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생의 입김

생의 입김
태양을 숨쉬고
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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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In Jeju Island, the wind speaks.
In Jeju Island, the wind speaks.
When it brushes against the Flame Grasses, the wind speaks.
When it passes through the bamboo forest, the wind speaks.
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In the spring that has arrived on the branches, Plum blossoms bloom calmly
And before you know it, camellias have already bloomed splendidly.
Birds in pairs are playing each other with overflowing affection mutually,
As the seasons' change, the hearts of farmers are on the hills already.
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Still in winter, on a tree branch two peregrines sit on and stand up.
And folding their wings and facing the clear wind to come,
Dreaming of spring, their uncontrollable youthful passion which bubbles up
Rubbing their beaks and whispering to each other, preparing for the day to come.
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The tip of the trees at the late autumn lake, are tinged redly.
The black swans quietly floating, silently the bubbles which're arising,
And rustling leaves, wind making sounds, they're playing mutually,
And people have left, even as the sun sets, their nests, the birds are forgetting.
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Kinsley Lee

At the end of Haneundae, there's a small and greenish hill.
Here and there, the traces of old person are left in the island.
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Kinsley Lee

Along with a crane, where does he play, an old foregoer.
The traces of the past have already vanished, and seagulls roam over
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Kinsley Lee

As night deepens, people scatter and gradually the beach turns calm.
From the middle of the sky, the moon's shadow draws over the water
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By Seog-Gyun, Shin

I lean against Yeongnam Pavilion, feeling the autumn breeze,
The blue river and mountain shimmers, too vast to capture with ease.
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Yul-Gog, Lee

In the forest pavilion, already autumn ripens still,
The poetic concepts are boundless, with no end to fill.
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To-Jeon, Chung

Autumn shadows spread widely, and all the mountains are lonely,
With redness, the ground was covered by the fallen leaves silently.
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The trumpet creepers hang on the fence in early day.
At dawn whenever the wind blows, they're sprinkling dews and singing.
Keeping lights their mouths so brighter, in clear summer day.
Without being called, the butterflies themselves are flying and dancing.
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The blue shadow blocks the hot light, in early summer.
The swaying petals, purple flowers're the strong scents spreading
The two birds nestle in the leaves, when the wind is blowing,
They're singing throughout the long day, and to face each other.
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In Seoul, here and there the flowers
Are blooming, the green buds're shining on the trees
The afternoon, sunny all the hours.
The petals are dancing according to the breeze.
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