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그림은 The Ancient of Days by William Blake
런던 Birtish Museum에 전시되어 있다.
Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Caterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swaddling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.
순수의 전조
윌리엄 블레이크
한 알의 모래 속에서 세계를 보고
한 송이 들꽃에서 천국을 본다
그대 손바닥 안에 무한을 쥐고
한 순간 속에서 영원을 보라
새장에 갇힌 한 마리 울새는
천국을 온통 분노케 하며,
주인집 문 앞에 굶주림으로 쓰러진 개는
한 나라의 멸망을 예고한다
쫓기는 토끼의 울음소리는
우리의 머리를 찢는다
종달새가 날개에 상처를 입으면
아기 천사는 노래를 멈추고....
모든 늑대와 사자의 울부짖음은
인간의 영혼을 지옥으로부터 건져올린다
여기저기 헤매는 들사슴은
근심으로부터 인간의 영혼을 해방시켜준다
학대 받는 양은 소문난 싸움을 낳지만,
그러나 그는 백정의 칼을 용서한다.
그렇게 되는 것은 올바른 일이다
인간은 기쁨과 비탄을 위해 태어났으며
우리가 이것을 올바르게 알 때
우리는 세상을 안전하게 지나갈 수 있다
기쁨의 씨줄과 비탄의 날줄이 훌륭하게 직조되어
신성한 영혼에는 안성맞춤의 옷,
모든 슬픔과 기쁨 밑으로는
비단으로 엮어진 기쁨이 흐른다
아기는 강보 이상의 것,
이 모든 인간의 땅을 두루 통해서
도구는 만들어지고, 우리의 손은 태어나는 것임을
모든 농부는 잘 알고 있다...
자신이 보는 것을 의심하는 사람은
그대가 무엇을 하건, 그것을 결코 믿지 않을 것이다
해와 달이 의심을 한다면
그들은 곧 사라져 버릴 것이다
열정 속에 있는 것은 좋은 일이지만
열정이 그대 속에 있는 것은 좋지 않다
국가의 면허를 받은 매춘부와 도박꾼은
바로 그 나라의 운명을 결정한다
이 거리 저 거리에서 들려오는 창녀의 흐느낌은
늙은 영국의 수의를 짤 것이다.
모든 것이 내 부덕의 소치다.
그러나 나는 어제 내 인생의 사람을 다시 만났고
그에게서 순수의 전조를,기쁨과 비탄을, 신과 인간을,
그리고 생의 균형을 보았다.
그때 나는 과거에서 현재로 미래로 영원으로
향하는 인연을 어렴풋이 예감했다.
그럼으로 나를 또한 발견하였고
나는 그에게 작은 기쁨이,슬픔이 될 수 있음을
실감하였다.
이제부터다.이제부터다. |