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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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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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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The old days before, we met him as a robust influential personnel.
In the blink of an eye, he meets the eightieth birthday. Well-
Evoking moments gone by, memories flicker before us,
Raising a glass, for his happiness and health, we offer prayers.
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When the rain stops, raindrops hang, and the leaves more clearly deepen
Even the day-lily fall, then your worries. Please, not have forgotten!
The traces remain on empty stalks, and dancing when the wind blows,
How can they didn't feel the melancholy? 'Cause, strangely as time flows
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In the heart of power, the lady's beauty became a flaw,
They exploited, mocked and discarded all of her honor to the shaw.
The period of enjoying sweetness was ended too short on the way
As the fall day, with its brief sun, is soon about to fade away.
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