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
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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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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By In-hwan, Park

To drink a cup of booze
We talk the life of the Virginia Woolf
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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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Cause you are tired of me,
And if will leave me,
Then, without the words, I'll send you off, neatly.
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The symphony of the Spring is resonating
On the Ivy green hills, when that're flowering, the lilies.
I snuff the fragrance of the white lilies
A song for you, I'm singing and singing.
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The oldie hill when I played in my childhood, today, again, I stand up to balk.
The poet's words that the landscape was the same as before, is the empty talk.
The large pine tree which was standing up here was cut off to vanish.
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There's a little white boat in the milky way and the blue air.
And a cassia bark tree and a hare.
It has no pole and no mast.
And goes well in the land of the west.
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The night
Goes to deeper and deeper,
And important guest visited the small spring.
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My home town is the southern sea, in mind, I can see the blue waves.
Even though in the dream, how can I forget it the gentle home waves.
Now the water birds are flying, I want to go and go.
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In the merry, holiday morn, the memo pads are fluttering.

Forlornly, instead of the lord, they are fixing on the window.
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Written Young-Lang, Kim

'Til the peonies are blooming,
I'll await my spring.
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The older, the shorter the sleep at dawn,
Always get up early these days.
Sit up at the desk and have the big mawn.
Not I, read the newspaper nowadays.
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By Lee Eun-Sang

Returning today to the old knoll
Where I used to play,
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- Prelude
That she was licentious, the later generation of the historians condemned
Her. And blaming the responsibility for the nation's financial bankruptcy.
But for the people's sake, utilizing the Sir Goh-Eun's chart, she reformed,
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