Kinsley Lee Poems

-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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생의 입김

생의 입김
태양을 숨쉬고
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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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She's born of a concubine, as a daughter in home of property, being fed,
With literary prowess, widely won her renown, she led.
The oppressive and unfair systems, against it, she made the haroosh,
Yet, by the scars of youth, she's fallen in the thorny bush.
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Early winter weekend, yet it's warm like spring,
Far away, the cars're humming and running in a line like the string.
Over the river, thick mist intertwines the afternoon and evening,
Fine dust covers the earth by the waterside, it's difficult for inhaling.
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She's born and raised as a daughter of minister
But received maternal grandma's care.
The literature, women's movement and parting
For studying abroad, she did to bear.
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