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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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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Far-away the se of Ae-Wol,
The white boats are floating
On the blacks rocks at the seashore
The whity sprays are raising
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The winds blow on the green field, so the blue river is crystal clear.
The stars set on the azure sky and the white clouds rise higher, higher.
A fisherman has the heavy hands because the fishes are fat.
At daybreak the lights are reflected by the scales so the water glitter.
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Jang-Sung, Chu

In some place where faraway the coast.
I was looking for your traces which dispersed.
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Jang-Sung, Chu

Midwinter, at the evening when it's around the sunset.
Uneven and gray-black clouds terribly went down as if touching the dark sea.
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Jang-Sung, Chu

Off Seoul,
Take on the eight round-trip lanes freeway,
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