기다림

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Miroslav Kolcava           

 

 

 

 

          

 

 

       

 

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

안개, 뿌연 그 길을 따라           

   아슬아슬한 발걸음을 놓으며 네가 오는가           

허망하도록 무게도 없이           

커져간 부피 그 가슴에 기대어 오늘 너는 오는가           

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

 

 

 

 

          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                               밤의 목에 걸려서 
                                                                                                                                                                               오지 않는 아침 
                                                                                                                                                                               그 기다림이 서럽다.

 

                                                                                                                                                                               채워진 피가 너인 듯 
                                                                                                                                                                               울컥울컥 치솟아 
                                                                                                                                                                               입을 틀어 막아도 
                                                                                                                                                                               망토를 펄럭이며 
                                                                                                                                                                               검은 무게가 
                                                                                                                                                                               어깨로 쏟아지고 
                                                                                                                                                                               흰 자위를 하얗게 
                                                                                                                                                                               되돌아 밝혀도 
                                                                                                                                                                               이를 뒤흔드는 신음.

 

                                                                                                                                                                               점령으로의 어둠 속 
                                                                                                                                                                               풀먹여 세운 바람이 
                                                                                                                                                                               갈빗대를 허물고 
                                                                                                                                                                               가시로 목에 넘어져 
                                                                                                                                                                               오지 않을 아침 
                                                                                                                                                                               빛 품은 연정이 서럽다.

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                               기다림,   2003-09-21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          

 

Randy Crawford - Almaz