blueSpirit - 번민 煩悶 Anguish 1992

번민 煩悶 Anguish 1992

화선지에 수묵담채 Ink and color on Korean paper

160 x 90cm _ 53 1/4 x 35 1/2in

 

 

Guilt And Sorrow

 

William Wordsworth

 

XI

      As one whose brain habitual phrensy fires
      Owes to the fit in which his soul hath tossed
      Profounder quiet, when the fit retires,
      Even so the dire phantasma which had crossed
      His sense, in sudden vacancy quite lost,
      Left his mind still as a deep evening stream.
      Nor, if accosted now, in thought engrossed,
      Moody, or inly troubled, would he seem
      To traveller who might talk of any casual theme.

 

XII

      Hurtle the clouds in deeper darkness piled,
      Gone is the raven timely rest to seek;
      He seemed the only creature in the wild
      on whom the elements their rage might wreak;
      Save that the bustard, of those regions bleak
      Shy tenant, seeing by the uncertain light
      A man there wandering, gave a mournful shriek,
      And half upon the ground, with strange affright,
      Forced hard against the wind a thick unwieldy flight.
                                 

XIII

      All, all was cheerless to the horizon's bound;
      The weary eye--which, wheresoe'er it strays,
      Marks nothing but the red sun's setting round,
      Or on the earth strange lines, in former days
      Left by gigantic arms--at length surveys
      What seems an antique castle spreading wide;
      Hoary and naked are its walls, and raise
      Their brow sublime: in shelter there to bide
      He turned, while rain poured down smoking on every side.
                                 

XIV

      Pile of Stone-henge! so proud to hint yet keep
      Thy secrets, thou that lov'st to stand and hear
      The Plain resounding to the whirlwind's sweep,
      Inmate of lonesome Nature's endless year;
      Even if thou saw'st the giant wicker rear
      For sacrifice its throngs of living men,
      Before thy face did ever wretch appear,
      Who in his heart had groaned with deadlier pain
      Than he who, tempest-driven, thy shelter now would gain.
                                  

XV

      Within that fabric of mysterious form,
      Winds met in conflict, each by turns supreme;
      And, from the perilous ground dislodged, through storm
      And rain he wildered on, no moon to stream
      From gulf of parting clouds one friendly beam,
      Nor any friendly sound his footsteps led;
      once did the lightning's faint disastrous gleam
      Disclose a naked guide-post's double head,
      Sight which tho' lost at once a gleam of pleasure shed.
                                 

XVI

      No swinging sign-board creaked from cottage elm
      To stay his steps with faintness overcome;
      'Twas dark and void as ocean's watery realm
      Roaring with storms beneath night's starless gloom;
      No gipsy cowered o'er fire of furze or broom;
      No labourer watched his red kiln glaring bright,
      Nor taper glimmered dim from sick man's room;
      Along the waste no line of mournful light
      From lamp of lonely toll-gate streamed athwart the night.
                                 

XVII

      At length, though hid in clouds, the moon arose;
      The downs were visible--and now revealed
      A structure stands, which two bare slopes enclose.
      It was a spot, where, ancient vows fulfilled,
      Kind pious hands did to the Virgin build
      A lonely Spital, the belated swain
      From the night terrors of that waste to shield:
      But there no human being could remain,
      And now the walls are named the "Dead House" of the plain.
                                

XVIII

      Though he had little cause to love the abode
      Of man, or covet sight of mortal face,
      Yet when faint beams of light that ruin showed,
      How glad he was at length to find some trace
      Of human shelter in that dreary place.
      Till to his flock the early shepherd goes,
      Here shall much-needed sleep his frame embrace.
      In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows
      He lays his stiffened limbs,--his eyes begin to close;
                                 

XIX

      When hearing a deep sigh, that seemed to come
      From one who mourned in sleep, he raised his head,
      And saw a woman in the naked room
      Outstretched, and turning on a restless bed:
      The moon a wan dead light around her shed.
      He waked her--spake in tone that would not fail,
      He hoped, to calm her mind; but ill he sped,
      For of that ruin she had heard a tale
      Which now with freezing thoughts did all her powers assail;
                                  

XX

      Had heard of one who, forced from storms to shroud,
      Felt the loose walls of this decayed Retreat
      Rock to incessant neighings shrill and loud,
      While his horse pawed the floor with furious heat;
      Till on a stone, that sparkled to his feet,
      Struck, and still struck again, the troubled horse:
      The man half raised the stone with pain and sweat,
      Half raised, for well his arm might lose its force
      Disclosing the grim head of a late murdered corse.

 

 

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Innuendo - Queen

 

While the sun hangs in the sky and the desert has sand
While the waves crash in the sea and meet the land
While there's a wind and the stars and the rainbow
Till the mountains crumble into the plain
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
Tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin' yeah
Just passing our time
While we live according to race, colour or creed
While we rule by blind madness and pure greed
Our lives dictated by tradition, superstition, false religion
Through the eons, and on and on
Oh yes we'll keep on tryin'
We'll tread that fine line
Oh we'll keep on tryin'
Till the end of time
Till the end of time

Through the sorrow all through our splendour
Don't take offence at my innuendo

You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free be free
Surrender your ego - be free, be free to yourself

Oooh, ooh -
If there's a God or any kind of justice under the sky
If there's a point, if there's a reason to live or die
If there's an answer to the questions we feel bound to ask
Show yourself - destroy our fears - release your mask
Oh yes we'll keep on trying
Hey tread that fine line
Yeah we'll keep on smiling yeah
And whatever will be - will be
We'll just keep on trying
We'll just keep on trying
Till the end of time
Till the end of time
Till the end of time