Kinsley Lee

-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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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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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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Sihn-Kyung Lee

The innate modesty, maybe is it the order
Of the heaven? To the earth, it is the colder,
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Hyung-Sig, Kim

All things,
There are not that not these things.
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There is a long way in front of thee,
And thou must go the way at alone.
Thy family can help but not with thee.
Thou must go the way with the legs by thy own.
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In the morning the cool winds are blowing in the park
The foxtails are dancing along the way,
And now the cicadas aren't chirping on the bark
The leaves of the peach tree are dying on the brae.
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It's time that ginkgo leaves are dyeing
And Kam-Hong-Ro're growing ripe
The perfume of the spirituous liquors are spreading,
And the winds blow the maple leaves to sipe.
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Gorgeously and splendidly, in full the peonies are blooming
Even men don't call, but the butterflies are coming.
Hanging the picture, the full of the smiles are in home,
The family's harmonious, and naturally the Fortunes're filling.
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Dong-Seog, Kim

The walls in the park, yellowish adorning themselves,
Pouting and pouting, the beautiful forsythias are coming.
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Late fall, the leaves are falling by the winds
The early sun sets and it's beautiful evening.
The winds are blowing from the city wynds
In the night on the road, the leaves are groaning.
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Kinsley Lee

November, in the afternoon, the sun is bright
And the leaves give off the golden gleam.
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The yesterday-night, it's late in the fall,
I got drunk at the pretty colored leaves.
But the morning light of today, all
I can see that rolling are the fallen, leaves.
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On the Five Royal Tombs, the clear and vigorous fall-winds're blowing.
In the fallen leaves, the boughs are stretching to the sky in skinny,
For the power during their living, secretly they'd been fighting,
Even in the tombs, it is entangled that their anger in unceasingly.
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Ae-Kyung, Shim

One day, the waist which was straightened
To her, to bend was the more comfortable
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When winter is over and the east winds blow to the city,
The woods awake from the sleep on a sunny day.
The flocks of doves skip with coo-coo, and the sparrows chitty.
The buds try to sprout from the branches on the way.
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