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.
...
-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
...
Dong-Ju, Yoon
The white washcloth is wrapped the black brains.
The white rubber shoes are hung on the rough feet.
...
Dong-Ju, Yoon
On the night of the day when I came back
At same room, my skeleton was running after and lying
...
Sah-Eon, Yang
Even the Tae-mountain is high,
But the limit is the sky.
...
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.
...
Far away the head of the castle is seen, in the deep woods,
With high walls and deep moats, even the strongest enemy couldn't conquer.
How did Hideyori foolishly trust the enemy's words?
A bird is crying in the splendid pavilion where no the old owner.
...
The garden of the restaurant is beautiful, located at the side of the Han-river,
The full of the water flows silently without the babbles.
The breeze blowing through the shade of the trees, the coolness, they deliver,
As the moon rises amidst the conversation, the shadows sway in the ripples.
...
It gloriously in golden splendor, the Cheonsugak* augustly stands,
By Hideyoshi's greedy ambition, it crumbled the merits to the sands.
In the lake, according to the wind, the pretty, slanted shadow sways,
Beneath the lake's surface, the sighs of souls rise with the waves, on the ways.
...
Hideyoshi's futile and greedy dreams, they slaughtered the people in Joseon
For five hundred years, till now his name was been cursing, Korean people drive on.
Tokugawa received Heaven's order and annihilated Toyotomi's family,
Yet deep resentment makes Korea and Japan can't be friends easily.
...
The Young and chivalrous Archie applied the Korean War,
And Joseph applied for his brother without the notice,
To family. But they did not know Korea and war.
But they irrigated freedom to the barren lake for the lotus
...
The late spring in the field, the coquelicots are blooming
In this Imjin area, on the vale and hill.
Spring's coming, the red thieves were looming,
And human-wave attacking, to the Gloster hill.
...
In Cheonsugak(Tenshukaku) , the crests of a Paulownia leave graceful on the roof's eave
But warehouse the salted noses and ears, the soul wandered can't leave.
Pu-Ha's righteous knife pierced a heart, the head of enemy,
And a foolish son was dead by Tokugawa's sword and left no posterity
...
They drew in foreign power and invaded
The other brothers in the name of liberation.
With the army who changed uniform, they raided
At dawn, suddenly. With difficulty, nation
...
Now, seventy years have passed
Since it ceased the echoes of the cannons,
But the many soldiers're living with the blast
In mine, left in the red land and canyons.
...
He'd captured during Korean War, the battle-field,
And the enemy sent him to the remoted coal mine.
Last fifty years, the friends've died at the red field,
Barely, he had escaped the cold and frozen mine.
...
They were the gallant Royal Guards soldiers in Ethiopia
But one days applied to participated the war broken at unknown
Country, far away. They descended the Olympia
To the port. And arrived the land the cannonballs flown.
...
By the enemy's invasion, the mother land's on the stake and going to burn.
They applied to be the student soldiers and ventured vales and hills to face
The enemy. After war, to the campus, many student couldn't return.
The lonely tower honors their youthful sacrifice even as time pass.
...
When the Red Chinese invaded the Korea, the Taebaek young students,
And teachers and their students applied to be warriors for dangerous country to fight,
Made the contributions, and they meet again at their home town, many students
Yet, their precious names engraved in the mountains under the light.
...
* 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 Autumn In Life
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.
Whenever the old recollection occurs to the minds,
Like the rising tides, it make me soaking.
Escape from the seashores, holding the pen in hands,
Without the thought, I fill on the sheets with something.
For a short time, the sheets are full of the rambling letters.
As usual, I'll tear the sheets when the sun rising.
Out of the windows, the thick clouds cover the airs.
Maybe the sun indeed will be lazy this morning.
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