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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The old days before, we met him as a robust influential personnel.
In the blink of an eye, he meets the eightieth birthday. Well-
Evoking moments gone by, memories flicker before us,
Raising a glass, for his happiness and health, we offer prayers.
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When the rain stops, raindrops hang, and the leaves more clearly deepen
Even the day-lily fall, then your worries. Please, not have forgotten!
The traces remain on empty stalks, and dancing when the wind blows,
How can they didn't feel the melancholy? 'Cause, strangely as time flows
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In the heart of power, the lady's beauty became a flaw,
They exploited, mocked and discarded all of her honor to the shaw.
The period of enjoying sweetness was ended too short on the way
As the fall day, with its brief sun, is soon about to fade away.
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Under the Milky Way, the words
Of love are cozy and beautiful like a dream,
Once heart departed, the long-standing affection,
In a thousand days, vanished like steam.
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Was painted ugly, Zhāojūn's sent
To barbarian king to marry,
And pretty depicted Anna, was sent
To Henry VIII to marry.
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On the way back, the shining colored leaves
Are red, the autumn fully grows.
And glancing back the seventy-seven years,
It's adorned with beautiful poetry and prose.
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Smoke, gunfire, cannon're thundering,
To the front fortress, wave attacking!
The assailants, The People's Army, the strongest enemy,
They're former Red Chinese Eight Route-Army,
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When the White-Horse's structure lose one's master, how many years have passed?
And the Fallen Flowers' Rock is standing many years have passed.
Had the greenish mountains not early embraced silence all,
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When Silla tilted, its finances in ruin, she's chosen as king to succeed,
The roots of the country's crisis ran deep, conflicts're lasted indeed.
Day and night, for reforming the royal court, she's striving to rebuild,
And tirelessly efforts, she try to pour in to ensure the people's welfare instilled.
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How can she restrain the surge of poetic
Words, prose, and artistic sentiments?
Following innate fervor, breaking
To be free from confining normative elements,
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Even if it strategically arranged between the nations,
How can one calculate love's chain?
Departed Father, teared the self-sounding
Drum, following the lover's rein.
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In the family's trees're intricate like the web of fate, entangled and complex,
Possessions come and go at will and the joy and sorrow is subjects
To the ebb and flow of wealth, the god of mount remains indifferently
And fall-trees dedicated to Buddha quietly welcome winter currently.
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As late autumn, after sun set, the wind's song echoes through the trees,
The warmth of a traditional tearoom beckons people at ease.
Departed guests remember the rich taste of herbal tonic tea,
The owner's warm smile welcomes new visitors in glee.
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