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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생의 입김

생의 입김
태양을 숨쉬고
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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 magnolia blooms fully, in spring,
And in the garden, a bluebird's singing
The southern wind keeps blowing in,
And naturally a poet murmurs in the painting.
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The cone hat is whi-te and flimsy tiffany,
Which be carefully folded like a butterfly.

The head is shaved in bluish-ly,
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With blowing an oaten pipe,
The vales and hills in spring,
I'm longing for the oldie home town.
Beep, Pi-l nil ni ri!
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Yoon Jung-san

The age of seventy years in my life, I've surpassed.
From early morning till night, I've lived diligently not asked
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