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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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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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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There's a small mountain in the center of the street, the tower
Is stand up. To the southward, the river is flowing.
And people ascend the mountain at noon-hour.
The trees in the side of the roads, they're flowering
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The small temple's in Sin-Eo Mountain, rainy, so it chillers.
Upon the steps, the bell tower welcome the visitors
On the temple buildings, the Zen Poetry was written on every pillars.
(30th, Sep.,2023, KinsleyLee)
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Though the traces of the Yeonja-ru, Hamhur-jeong have already faded away,
In the corners, on the remaining cornerstones, still lonely birds cry,
In the temple, on the pond, where the red rails shine and lay,
And autumn winds rustle the leaves, the old trees stand tall and high!
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Mi-Jung, Chon

Between the sky and me, clouds drift by,
Between the sea and me, waves dance high.
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In the ancient land of Gaya, a thousand years past,
Whispers of ancient souls still linger, steadfast.
The South Ocean linked the sea road for convenient trade,
The fertile Naktong River's soils've been laid.
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In the deep and thick green mountains where I cannot
Find the mystical fishes really.
Amidst the autumn threshold, the valleys
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Queen Heo, secluded and alone at tomb,
Waited her wishes couldn't attained,
After two millennia, she remains to be buried
Alone, her hope restrained.
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In the valley under the pier, the flowing
Water makes a lively sound,
By the old house which located beside the path,
The crepe myrtle blossoms reddish abound.
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On the beachside hill, it gracefully stands, the Yong-gung-sa Temple's,
As white waves crash on the rocks, bouncing to be the bobbles.
Paper-prayers hang on lines, swaying in the breeze,
Sailors yearn for journeys where their worries find release.
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Yong-gung-sa, the Dragon's Palace Temple,
Not by the beach, where it situated.
The center forested hills of the island,
Amid the lush pines, where it's located.
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The sun shines on a fall afternoon the grasses sparkle brightly,
No return, the young guys from the world are lying eternally.
The period which they're lodging there outdid their life-span, it's passed,
While a bird on the tower building hovers and flies at last.
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On an autumn afternoon, with smell and the sea breeze
Is cool and noisily blows,
On the port of the sea, the yachts were tied
On the pole of the seashore and repose.
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Along the shopping district beside
The Wangneung Road, it's silent
From the southern land, came the Kimhae
Tea, it's not simple and not opulent.
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