James McNeill Whistler / 空

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Harmony In Blue And Silver                         

 

 

 

 

 

James McNeill Whistler  (1834-1903)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 The Beach At Selsey Bill, 1865                                                  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

놓아라, 놓아라, 이제 그만 다 놓아버려라.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                           더 이상 펼쳐지지 않는 우산을
                                                                                                                                           버리지 못하는 건
                                                                                                                                           추억 때문이다

 

                                                                                                                                           큰 걸음으로 온 사람 큰 자취 남기고
                                                                                                                                           급한 걸음으로 왔던 사람 
                                                                                                                                           급히 떠나가는 법
                                                                                                                                           높은 새의 둥지에도 길을 여는
                                                                                                                                           슬픔도 지치면 무슨 넋이 되는가 나무여
                                                                                                                                           그 우울한 도취여

 

                                                                                                                                           삶에서 온전한 건 죽음뿐이니
                                                                                                                                           우리는 항상 뒤늦게야 깨닫는다
                                                                                                                                           잃을 것을 다 잃고 난 마음의
                                                                                                                                           이 고요한 평화
                                                                                                                                           세상을 다 채우고도 
                                                                                                                                           자취를 보이지 않는 바람처럼
                                                                                                                                           외로움은 오히려
                                                                                                                                           극한을 견디어낼 힘이 되는가

 

                                                                                                                                           정작 외로운 사람은 말이 없고
                                                                                                                                           죽은 세포는 가지로 돌아가지 않는다

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                           권 경인 / 정작 외로운 사람은 말이 없고

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

               

 

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