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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생의 입김

생의 입김
태양을 숨쉬고
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Please feel sorry
But
Please not feel sorry verily
Please but sorry suitably.
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The Pilipino battalion faced the division of enemy soldiers,
Even been encircled but desperately and staunchly resisted in the battlefield.
In the morning, the enemy fled and left the countless corpse-field,
And engraved the tale of the miraculous victory of heroic soldiers.
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The corps from the borders, they're encamping
and preparing for parade continued by the riverside,
General Yeon requested an early
view in before, and he greeted to guide.
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Young soldiers'd ran to and occupied the royal
palace, searching for the king,
The troops, in a frenzy, ransacked the chambers
and opened the doors to ting.
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