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

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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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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Eun-Sang Lee

Oryukdo, which is five islands
That sometimes look six when they gaze,
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Baek-Seog Baek Ki-Haeng
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Saeng-Jin, Lee
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In Korean War, after Incheon operation
In Seoul, he founded the shelter for the orphan
And cared for them at during retrograde operation,
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As freedom fighters, they were all the volunteers
The heroes of war, experienced, the legionnaires
Disembarking battlefield, they encamped the Jipyung-ri,
Like a flood rushed the Chinese, red Army.
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It's passed the initial day of autumn,
And it's cool and the leaves're wobbled by the breeze.
Being heard the sounds of grass-bugs on bottom.
And a few cicadas're chirping on the trees.
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Before I know, my pretty grandson welcomes his first birthday.
It satisfies me to see him growing simple-, heartedly and brilliantly
And truly adorable, watching him imitate and strive on his own way,
And I hope he grows to be the heart of the world, truly.
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- To write a poem to praise the US 2th Infantry Division's Victory at Changnyung Battle

In late summer days, Nag-dong River was flowing
As usual. And thousand Lis the blue river's winding
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As the late summer sun sinks low and can hear lonely sounds,
At the front grave, bamboo clashing, hills echo with chirping sounds.
The wild grasses grow unchecked, blocking for guest's feet,
And moss on stone-statue talks the latter years' hardness complete.
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On my first visit, I entered the courtyard after hard way for finding.
Before the lord, on the gate a dog greeted, with tail was wagging.
When my learning was done, the dog's running for goodbye when I turned to depart,
Watching me until my car was out of sight, with her truthful heart.
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He raised a righteous army and achieved the great feats during the Imjin War,
But dreaming of a Taoist hermit's life, he declined high positions after the war.
Returning home, he played with seagulls and cranes, on the hill of the river-bank.
Abstained from hot food and grains, and followed the wild geese, left his boat on the bank.
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The clear water of Nagdong River flows for ten thousand years,
The clouds that cover Hwawang Mountain rain evenly down in time.
The Japanese invaders're defeated by the people who rose up as volunteers,
The barbarians from the north were chased away by defending like the hardéned lime.
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Beyond the open window of a straw-roofed cottage which is old,
At dawn, I can hear the sound of raindrops, gentle and bold.
A lullaby from the cradle on a sudden occur the days to my mind,
And tossing and turning, seeking sleep, in hopes to unwind.
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