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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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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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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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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Not knowing the people in Korea or not knowing Korea,
But they enlisted the army or landed the port in Korea.
In the Memorial Cemetery Park, on the pavement way,
There's a stream, named as Daunt Water Way
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The morning breeze by the lake is refreshing
And cool. And like a folding screen,
It encircled. In the afternoon, the shadows of mountains,
It feels the deep scent of green.
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Proudly the river flows azure
As it did in days of old,
Broken bridge stands no trace
And whispers of wind unfold.
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In the darkness, for a hundred days for long time,
And barely they held their breath,
The eternal reign of foes, finally
Withered and met its death.
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Autumn, on the riverside, the symbol
And the flag, with the skull and bones,
On the pole, it waves, the Baekgol
Silhouette clearly shines.
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The Yongridan Street is the street which coming up in hotly,
And the shapes of new shops shine beautifully.
The youth show their vitality on every street, with laughter,
And it's different on the main road, in contrast with the dark road's lighter.
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Even the old trees've been disappeared,
But the relations left in twined,
And memories fill the garden, the story
Carried by the sounds of the wind,
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At Changnyeong, the Chewy Cow Skin Lining Soup in the Market,
These days, it's rare to find a place that serves or sells it,
But in the old days, during times of poverty, it was sold everywhere,
It named as a local product, and worth for cultivating once more.
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The Theater shaped with the Chinese restaurant's
Delivery-box stand still
Many places lie abandoned,
Crumbling and desolate on the hill.
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Autumn colors are sure
Of the riverside park on fall days,
The hues of the green leaves slowly
Changed colors on the park ways.
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The sun's on the verge of setting, the light
Run into to window panes and bright.
Open café, the smells of the coffee,
To beneath the trees, it spreads luridly.
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Today, in the wood, we have the strong winds and spring-rain all the day!
Fallen on the ground, the petals're dreaming, the time on the bough.
The flowers, always wished to be on the branch for a long time.
They're exposed to rain, waiting the new month which named, May!
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The night, the dark clouds're floating in the sky,
And the breeze says that winter was drawing nigh.
The last night in October. Silently. Hark,
On the ground. The whispers of the leaves in the park.
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