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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The hottest summer and the coldest winter,
You're with the people who did not know by the order,
You'd fought with the soldiers who were from all lands
And offered your hand to the poor and shook hands.
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Ku Haeng-Uhm, Wang Tae-Do, the generals followed the imperial command,
Two generals prepared for a long time and launched the attack, but they're banned
To proceed by the iron-clad defense of the Goguryeo navy at the sea,
So five thousand soldiers died, and their weapons sank into the sea.
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The repeatedly defeated Tang empires' navy
gathered all their strength,
With a thousand warships and a hundred thousand
seamen're attacking, at length.
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