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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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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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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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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