| [ EnglishOnly ] in KIDS 글 쓴 이(By): fasbet (님의침묵) 날 짜 (Date): 1996년08월08일(목) 23시53분46초 KDT 제 목(Title): The Song of Melancholy In evening's limpid air, What time the dew's soothings Unto the earth downpour, Invisibly and unheard For tender shoe-gear wear The soothing dews, like all that's kind-gentle-: Bethinkst thou then, bethinkst thou, burning heart, How once thou thirstedest For heaven's kindly teardrops and dew's down-droppings, All singed and weary thirstedest, What time on yellow grass-pathways Wicked, occidental sunny glances Through sombre trees about thee sported, Blindingly sunny glow-glances, gladly-hurting? "Of truth the wooer? Thou?"- so taunted they "Nay! Merely poet! A brute insidious, plundering, grovelling, That aye must lie, That wittingly, wilfully, aye must lie: For booty lusting, Motley masked, Self-hidden, shrouded, Himself his booty He- of truth the wooer? Nay! Mere fool! Mere poet! Just motley speaking, From mask of fool confusedly shouting, Circumambling on fabricated word-bridges, On motley rainbow-arches, 'Twixt the spurious heavenly, And spurious earthly, Round us roving, round us soaring, Mere fool! Mere poet! He- of truth the wooer? Not still, stiff, smooth and cold, Become an image, A godlike statue, Set up in front of temples, As a God's own door-guard: Nay! hostile to all such truthfulness-statues, In every desert homelier than at temples, With cattish wantonness, Through every window leaping Quickly into chances, Every wild forest a-sniffing, Greedily-longingly, sniffing, That thou, in wild forests, 'Mong the motley-speckled fierce creatures, Shouldest rove, sinful-sound and fine-coloured, With longing lips smacking, Blessedly mocking, blessedly hellish, blessedly blood-thirsty, Robbing, skulking, lying- roving: Or unto eagles like which fixedly, Long adown the precipice look, Adown their precipice:- Oh, how they whirl down now, Thereunder, therein, To ever deeper profoundness whirling! Then, Sudden, With aim aright, With quivering flight, On lambkins pouncing, Headlong down, sore-hungry, For lambkins longing, Fierce 'gainst all lamb-spirits, Furious-fierce all that look Sheeplike, or lambeyed, or crisp-woolly, -Grey, with lambsheep kindliness! Even thus, Eaglelike, pantherlike, Are the poet's desires, Are thine own desires 'neath a thousand guises. Thou fool! Thou poet! Thou who all mankind viewedst So God, as sheep-: The God to rend within mankind, As the sheep in mankind, And in rending laughing That, that is thine own blessedness! Of a panther and eagle- blessedness! Of a poet and fool- the blessedness!- In evening's limpid air, What time the moon's sickle, Green, 'twixt the purple-glowings, And jealous, steal'th forth: -Of day the foe, With every step in secret, The rosy garland-hammocks Downsickling, till they've sunken Down nightwards, faded, downsunken: Thus had I sunken one day From mine own truth-insanity, From mine own fervid day-longings, Of day aweary, sick of sunshine, -Sunk downwards, evenwards, shadowwards: By one sole trueness All scorched and thirsty: -Bethinkst thou still, bethinkst thou, burning heart, How then thou thirstedest? That I should banned be From all the trueness! Mere fool! Mere poet! |