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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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

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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In nature landscapes, warm words are conveyed,
And in the bright light of still life paintings, love is laid
Deeply. Art, it seems, is but a different way of transferring
Thoughts, and lyric poems reside within Woo-seon's painting.
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They're blossoming in large and small along the Jungnangcheon River,
The roses sway and dance along with the wind, variously
Although the late spring, hot day, people continue to gather
Between the city's building-forest, the flowers're shine beautifully.
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To somewhere weary souls are going,
Endlessly going or maybe coming,
A husband stares and a wife's burdening,
As their footsteps move, a family's hurrying.
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Increasingly warmer, it's late spring,
So verdant hue is deepening.
With a gentle touch of purple light,
Flowers abound in bright.
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In May, emitting the rich fragrance of the acacias are fully blooming,
The school stairs where petals used to fall during my schooldays.
Whene'er the wind blew, they'd fluttered and through the window, coming.
When looking at the painting, it awaken me the many far back memories in old days.
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Nam-Jeon Kim

Walking the winding way on the hill,
Eomae-Gok, my hometown vill.
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Nam-Jeon Kim

- Wishing for the stability during the COVID-19 pandemic
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Nam-Jeon Kim

Going over through the winter's,
Cold. A bellybutton laughs to see the red plum blossoms.
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Yoon Jung-san

To all people who have suffered sorrow and agony,
In our surroundings,
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Yoon Jung-san

The age of seventy years in my life, I've surpassed.
From early morning till night, I've lived diligently not asked
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Lee Young-guk

I, now
Am running to my mother
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Yoonjoo Cho

It sharply scratches through the darkness is the cat's cry,
It almost be a scream, waking me from my morning slumber
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Yoonjoo Cho

Sometimes rain becomes a powerful adhesive
Leaves stubbornly stick to the pavement, refusing to ease of
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