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-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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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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Sah-Eon, Yang
Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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November, in the afternoon, the sun is bright
And the leaves give off the golden gleam.
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At the end of Haneundae, there's a small and greenish hill.
Here and there, the traces of old person are left in the island.
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During the Peloponnesian War, it's long and long,
Athens is weak and weak, not as strong.
And she's in disaster after Sicilly expedition
Generals disappeared on the miserable mission
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When I glance from a distant mountain top,
The star-cluster shine bright,
Up close, it's seen that skyscrapers align
In a straight formation at the site.
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Se-Dang, Park
The southern neighbor's pretty flowers
Border the northern neighbor's flowers,
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The lingering chill of late winter
Seeps through to the sleeves in frore.
In the shade, snow lingers still,
Falling on the hills once more.
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The many young who did not hesitate
In response to the country's call,
And they encamped to heights of country which located
In the far-east Asia. With all,
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Written by Deog-Ryung, Kim
When it breaks out on fire, then not blooming,
In mount spring, the flowers all are burning.
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Do-Jon, Chung
The falling rains on Seon-In Bridge,
And it flows the Jaho Dong. Only,
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Goe-Jung, Soe
Beyond the mundane world and fame already,
They often sit the place, where in a tranquil,
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Sang-Cheol, Han
The sweet body smell
And obsidian's privet fruits,
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Kinsley Lee Biography
* Name: Sang-Gog Ki-Woon Lee * Born in Seoul * Graduate from Sogang University * Graduate from Korea Air & Open University * Studied at KAIST. * Had been worked at OPC. * Had been worked at Samsung Electronics Co. * Had been worked as an Adjunct Professor at EEC of the Sogang University. * Had been worked as an Visiting Professor at Kyun-Yang University. * Working at CapusPartners Co. * A member of the Han-Gang Literature Association. * Writing the Korean Shi or Shijo, English Poem, Traditional Chinese Poem titled the Hanshi and a literary critic.)
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The Ode For Twin Star
-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
Roads. In the small cell, they prepare for their rest.
And on the sky, the stars appear their faces in the east.
But the outside of the land the day's affair's not finished,
Under the starlight their busyness are not diminished.
One day the gravestone was erected in this hallowed ground,
And with greeting, a new star appeared in the sky at night,
And the four-year son's waiting his sire to the airplane's sound,
And longing for father but only the star's beaming the light
When he grown up, been an air-force pilot to fly
But one day, sadly he chased his father in the sky.
Yon, the twin tombstones on this land. Hark!
The twin stars on the sky, on this hill and river, they shine.
Without the resting the gray tombstones gleam in dark,
The last post blows the calmly sounds in this shrine.
For their living days for their country they did their best,
And the small cells under the ground the all souls rest.
Owing to the sacrifice of the stars the road-lights shine
And the Pleasure boat progress upstream on the river
And hot summer on the farm the grapes are maturing on the vine
For wine. We must not forget their sacrifice forever.
For this country, he left this land for being a star,
And even his son chased him for being another star.
(10th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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