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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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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Far-away the se of Ae-Wol,
The white boats are floating
On the blacks rocks at the seashore
The whity sprays are raising
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In the early spring on the mountainside
The camellia flowers are falling
In the early spring on the vills in the seaside
The camellia flowers are falling
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We were taught the history, for a long time
Our forefathers were always peaceful people,
So had loved the dancing, singing and rhyme
And never invaded the other people.
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In spring the river is flowing like the old days
The surface is glittering cherry red
In twilight, and it passed by the many days
The waves had washed the blood of the dead
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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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Hyung-Sig, Kim

At midnight. Found the traces
Something had been to the stable.
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Young-Jae, Kwon

At May, the spring winds
Blow on the barley fields.
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Hyung-Sig, Kim

It rains on the leaves of the lotus.
It spatters that the silver beads.
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Young-Jae, Kwon

Like the fairies in spring days
Secretly they were blooming
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Hyung-Sig, Kim

The heavy rains are coursing
Down, it's the softened noodles of string.
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Sang-Chul, Han

As seeing the sooth skins, I feel the lust stealthy.
The breasts are muffled in ten thousand layers, by which the Poppy
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Sang-Cheol, Han

The vivid yellow nipple and the hairs were hinted on the armpit.
Unconsciously grating the ink stick for writing a love-mourn song.
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Sang-Cheol, Han

It is cushiony silk! And over it,
It looms the trace of the broken
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