기 형도 / 바람은 그대 쪽으로

 

 

 

 

 

Katia Chausheva  (Bulgaria, B.1956)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

뒤척여 내 영혼이 뒤척여, 그대의 窓에 서성거리며 서성거리며

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                         어둠에 가려 나는

                                                                                                                                         더 이상 나뭇가지를 흔들지 못한다.

                                                                                                                                         단 하나의 영혼을 준비하고

                                                                                                                                         발소리를 죽이며 나는 그대 창문으로 다가간다.

                                                                                                                                         가축들의 순한 눈빛이 만들어내는

                                                                                                                                         희미한 길 위에는 가지를 막 떠나는

                                                                                                                                         긴장한 이파리들이 공중 빈 곳을 찾고 있다.

                                                                                                                                         외롭다. 그대, 내 낮은 기침 소리가

                                                                                                                                         그대 단편의 잠속에서 끼어들 때면

                                                                                                                                         창틀에 조그만 램프를 켜다오.

                                                                                                                                         내 그리움의 거리는 너무 멀고,

                                                                                                                                         침묵은 언제나 이리저리 나를 끌고 다닌다.

                                                                                                                                         그대는 아주 늦게 창문을 열어야 한다.

                                                                                                                                         불빛은 너무 약해 벌판을 잡을 수 없고,

                                                                                                                                         갸우뚱 고개 젓는 그대 한숨 속으로

                                                                                                                                         언제든 나는 들어가고 싶었다.

                                                                                                                                         아아, 그대는 곧 입김을 불어 한잎의 불을 끄리라.

                                                                                                                                         나는 소리 없이 가장 작은 나뭇가지를 꺾는다.

                                                                                                                                         그 나뭇가지뒤에 몸을 숨기고

                                                                                                                                         나는 내가 끝끝내 갈 수 없는

                                                                                                                                         생의 벽지를 조용히 바라본다.

                                                                                                                                         그대, 저 고단한 등피를 다 닦아내는 박명의 시간,

                                                                                                                                         흐려지는 어둠 속에서 몇 개의 움직임이 그치고

                                                                                                                                         지친 바람이 짧은 휴식을 끝마칠 때까지.

 

 

                                                                                                                                         기 형도 / 바람은 그대 쪽으로

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

 

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