blueSpirit - 번뇌 煩惱 Agony 1992

번뇌 煩惱 Agony 1992

화선지에 수묵담채 Ink and color on Korean paper

160 x 90cm _ 53 1/4 x 35 1/2in

 

 

Guilt And Sorrow

 

William Wordsworth

 

I

      A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
      Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
      Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
      Help from the staff he bore; for mien and air
      Were hardy, though his cheek seemed worn with care
      Both of the time to come, and time long fled:
      Down fell in straggling locks his thin grey hair;
      A coat he wore of military red
      But faded, and stuck o'er with many a patch and shred  

 

II

      While thus he journeyed, step by step led on,
      He saw and passed a stately inn, full sure
      That welcome in such house for him was none.
      No board inscribed the needy to allure
      Hung there, no bush proclaimed to old and poor
      And desolate, "Here you will find a friend!"
      The pendent grapes glittered above the door;--
      on he must pace, perchance 'till night descend,
      Where'er the dreary roads their bare white lines extend.

 

III

      The gathering clouds grow red with stormy fire,
      In streaks diverging wide and mounting high;
      That inn he long had passed; the distant spire,
      Which oft as he looked back had fixed his eye,
      Was lost, though still he looked, in the blank sky.
      Perplexed and comfortless he gazed around,
      And scarce could any trace of man descry,
      Save cornfields stretched and stretching without bound;
      But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be found.

 

IV

      No tree was there, no meadow's pleasant green,
      No brook to wet his lip or soothe his ear;
      Long files of corn-stacks here and there were seen,
      But not one dwelling-place his heart to cheer.
      Some labourer, thought he, may perchance be near;
      And so he sent a feeble shout--in vain;
      No voice made answer, he could only hear
      Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain,
      Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain.

 

V

      Long had he fancied each successive slope
      Concealed some cottage, whither he might turn
      And rest; but now along heaven's darkening cope
      The crows rushed by in eddies, homeward borne.
      Thus warned he sought some shepherd's spreading thorn
      Or hovel from the storm to shield his head,
      But sought in vain; for now, all wild, forlorn,
      And vacant, a huge waste around him spread;
      The wet cold ground, he feared, must be his only bed.

 

VI

      And be it so--for to the chill night shower
      And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared;
      A Sailor he, who many a wretched hour
      Hath told; for, landing after labour hard,
      Full long endured in hope of just reward,
      He to an armed fleet was forced away
      By seamen, who perhaps themselves had shared
      Like fate; was hurried off, a helpless prey,
      'Gainst all that in 'his' heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay.

 

VII

      For years the work of carnage did not cease,
      And death's dire aspect daily he surveyed,
      Death's minister; then came his glad release,
      And hope returned, and pleasure fondly made
      Her dwelling in his dreams. By Fancy's aid
      The happy husband flies, his arms to throw
      Round his wife's neck; the prize of victory laid
      In her full lap, he sees such sweet tears flow
      As if thenceforth nor pain nor trouble she could know. 

 

VIII

      Vain hope! for frand took all that he had earned.
      The lion roars and gluts his tawny brood
      Even in the desert's heart; but he, returned,
      Bears not to those he loves their needful food.
      His home approaching, but in such a mood
      That from his sight his children might have run.
      He met a traveller, robbed him, shed his blood;
      And when the miserable work was done
      He fled, a vagrant since, the murderer's fate to shun.

 

IX

      From that day forth no place to him could be
      So lonely, but that thence might come a pang
      Brought from without to inward misery.
      Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
      A sound of chains along the desert rang;
      He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
      A human body that in irons swang,
      Uplifted by the tempest whirling by;

And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.

 

X

      It was a spectacle which none might view,
      In spot so savage, but with shuddering pain;
      Nor only did for him at once renew
      All he had feared from man, but roused a train
      Of the mind's phantoms, horrible as vain.
      The stones, as if to cover him from day,
      Rolled at his back along the living plain;
      He fell, and without sense or motion lay;
      But, when the trance was gone, feebly pursued his way.

 

 

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Who Wants to Live Forever - Queen

  

There's no time for us,
There's no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams,

yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever?
There's no chance for us,
It's all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment

set aside for us

Who wants to live forever,
Who dares to love forever,
Who dare who dare,
Who wants to live forever,
When love must die

So touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can have forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who waits forever anyway?