Kinsley Lee Poems

-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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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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Sah-Eon, Yang

Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
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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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Sang-Cheol, Han

The Crescent is hung on the acute peak, Diana dropped a fine-toothed-comb.
At night, a mountain-daughter-in-law, climbs the rock for picking up the comb,
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Smoke, gunfire, cannon're thundering,
To the front fortress, wave attacking!
The assailants, The People's Army, the strongest enemy,
They're former Red Chinese Eight Route-Army,
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- Reality

She ascended to the throne, but the esteemed position
Was merely the title is empty,
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