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
The white washcloth is wrapped the black brains.
The white rubber shoes are hung on the rough feet.
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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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생의 입김

생의 입김
태양을 숨쉬고
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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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Hideyoshi's futile and greedy dreams, they slaughtered the people in Joseon
For five hundred years, till now his name was been cursing, Korean people drive on.
Tokugawa received Heaven's order and annihilated Toyotomi's family,
Yet deep resentment makes Korea and Japan can't be friends easily.
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The Young and chivalrous Archie applied the Korean War,
And Joseph applied for his brother without the notice,
To family. But they did not know Korea and war.
But they irrigated freedom to the barren lake for the lotus
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The late spring in the field, the coquelicots are blooming
In this Imjin area, on the vale and hill.
Spring's coming, the red thieves were looming,
And human-wave attacking, to the Gloster hill.
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