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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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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