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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- Lighting up holding the arrow-root lamp.

If the full of longing stretcheth to the dark-side,
If looking up the time turneth to the purgatory days,
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The night, the dark clouds're floating in the sky,
And the breeze says that winter was drawing nigh.
The last night in October. Silently. Hark,
On the ground. The whispers of the leaves in the park.
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In the ground of general Kwon's house, now
An ancient gingkgo-tree proudly stands,
As the sun sets, in the western sky,
The clouds turn red when looking up in this lands.
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The father's name was Field and son's William,
They left the merits, Koreans would call'em
As the War-Heroes fought for freedom, against
The Communists and evil-ists. In extremely tensed
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The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
But the today-morn. I can see again that the fallen leaves're rolling.
In the mist, on the tree at the park, a dove chirps and grieves
The last night, late fall, I's intoxicated by the pretty colored leaves.
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