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
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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They're filling the street, as the golden days of May is commencing,
Along the Dotonbori's riverside, and under the sign-
Board of a triumphant man who're passing the finishing line,
The young guys are, hear and there, conversing in Korean and traveling.
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In the afternoon, the rain falls upon the park, on everything, the verdant lay.
It's heard the sound of forming beads on leaves, and the droplet dances.
Whene'er it's swaying by breeze, a refreshing essence is released from the branches,
The greenish shadows're in tranquility of the long, serene summer day.
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Having introduced from Japan, in the middle of Joseon dynasty,
Now, blooming and boasting of its popularity throughout the country.
Mocking the fool who only consider the art as the vanity,
The genius playfully toyed and ridiculed their foolish luxury.
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