Kinsley Lee
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-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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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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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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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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The pines're always blue, when it's snowy
And even the winter's winds blow
The pink shades, in the hard rain and the hot summer's
Heat, the roses of Sharon are smiling.
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The vines of the wisteria is greenish hanging down and shaking. Silently resting, the Roses of Sharon are pinkly blooming. The wisteria bloom in purple and by perfume competitively inducing. Without talking, the Roses of Sharon always are welcoming.
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A thousand year old winding pine tree
On the cliff, which is a thousand fathoms high
For a moment, the kite's folding his wings
And sitting on the dragon-like pine
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Young-Jae, Kwon
The cherries are in the midst of blooming
Over the window which opened
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Young-Jae, Kwon
It come down finely the autumn rain
And the stacked colored leaves are relaxed
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Young-Jae, Kwon
In mire at the fresh water
You are blooming the pretty flower.
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Young-Jae, Kwon
The crickets over the window
Which are chirping for calling the lover.
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Young-Jae, Kwon
The breast is cold blueishly
And in the lake is the sky.
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The woods of the pond-side, the willow branches're drooping flabbily.
The flowers smell sweet the butterflies're flying the miles.
The peony blossoms're calling the fortune for family.
At home it's full of the singing a song and the smiles.
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The twigs are thick and they blow themselves so the leaves're brought to
The wobble. It blooms and without calling but butterfly is flying.
The peony blossoms smile quietly, the people smile, too.
‘Cause the home is full of the smile then the fortunes are flowing.
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Snowing on the mountain village, it cease the men's trace,
Blowing on the thatched house, and it's smoking over the chimney.
It's calm and, to the old days, the times trace
Back. Even midday, ‘tis falling to sleep that the deep valley.
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The pomegranate ripen and they, themselves, crack
Even without calling, the brown bird come back.
They play well on the boughs, between the bird and fruits,
Where's a jade cup for drinking, with nature to be in cahoots
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They joined the battles for the freedom of the people,
And almost doing the calling from God,
Dreaming to return, so waiting for the whistle
Of the end-war, but in plateaus, they were in quad.
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Kinsley Lee Biography
* Name: Sang-Gog Ki-Woon Lee * Born in Seoul * Graduate from Sogang University * Graduate from Korea Air & Open University * Studied at KAIST. * Had been worked at OPC. * Had been worked at Samsung Electronics Co. * Had been worked as an Adjunct Professor at EEC of the Sogang University. * Had been worked as an Visiting Professor at Kyun-Yang University. * Working at CapusPartners Co. * A member of the Han-Gang Literature Association. * Writing the Korean Shi or Shijo, English Poem, Traditional Chinese Poem titled the Hanshi and a literary critic.)
The Best Poem Of Kinsley Lee
The Ode For Twin Star
-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
Roads. In the small cell, they prepare for their rest.
And on the sky, the stars appear their faces in the east.
But the outside of the land the day's affair's not finished,
Under the starlight their busyness are not diminished.
One day the gravestone was erected in this hallowed ground,
And with greeting, a new star appeared in the sky at night,
And the four-year son's waiting his sire to the airplane's sound,
And longing for father but only the star's beaming the light
When he grown up, been an air-force pilot to fly
But one day, sadly he chased his father in the sky.
Yon, the twin tombstones on this land. Hark!
The twin stars on the sky, on this hill and river, they shine.
Without the resting the gray tombstones gleam in dark,
The last post blows the calmly sounds in this shrine.
For their living days for their country they did their best,
And the small cells under the ground the all souls rest.
Owing to the sacrifice of the stars the road-lights shine
And the Pleasure boat progress upstream on the river
And hot summer on the farm the grapes are maturing on the vine
For wine. We must not forget their sacrifice forever.
For this country, he left this land for being a star,
And even his son chased him for being another star.
(10th, Jul.,2023, Kinsley Lee)
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