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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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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