blueSpirit - 푸른안개 綠霧 Mist Blue 1992

 

푸른안개 綠霧 Mist Blue 1992

두방지 豆方紙 서화판에 수묵담채 Ink and color on Layered Korean paper

24 x 27cm _ 9 1/2 x 10 3/4in

 

 

Guilt And Sorrow

 

William Wordsworth

 

LI

      True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed,
      His looks--for pondering he was mute the while.
      Of social Order's care for wretchedness,
      Of Time's sure help to calm and reconcile,
      Joy's second spring and Hope's long-treasured smile,
      'Twas not for 'him' to speak--a man so tried,
      Yet, to relieve her heart, in friendly style
      Proverbial words of comfort he applied,
      And not in vain, while they went pacing side by side.
                                 

LII

      Ere long, from heaps of turf, before their sight,
      Together smoking in the sun's slant beam,
      Rise various wreaths that into one unite
      Which high and higher mounts with silver gleam:
      Fair spectacle,---but instantly a scream
      Thence bursting shrill did all remark prevent;
      They paused, and heard a hoarser voice blaspheme,
      And female cries. Their course they thither bent,
      And met a man who foamed with anger vehement,
                                 

LIII

      A woman stood with quivering lips and pale,
      And, pointing to a little child that lay
      Stretched on the ground, began a piteous tale;
      How in a simple freak of thoughtless play
      He had provoked his father, who straightway,
      As if each blow were deadlier than the last,
      Struck the poor innocent. Pallid with dismay
      The Soldier's Widow heard and stood aghast;
      And stern looks on the man her grey-haired Comrade cast.
                                  

LIV

      His voice with indignation rising high
      Such further deed in manhood's name forbade;
      The peasant, wild in passion, made reply
      With bitter insult and revilings sad;
      Asked him in scorn what business there he had;
      What kind of plunder he was hunting now;
      The gallows would one day of him be glad;--
      Though inward anguish damped the Sailor's brow,
      Yet calm he seemed as thoughts so poignant would allow.
                                  

LV

      Softly he stroked the child, who lay outstretched
      With face to earth; and, as the boy turned round
      His battered head, a groan the Sailor fetched
      As if he saw--there and upon that ground--
      Strange repetition of the deadly wound
      He had himself inflicted. Through his brain
      At once the griding iron passage found;
      Deluge of tender thoughts then rushed amain,
      Nor could his sunken eyes the starting tear restrain.
                                 

LVI

      Within himself he said--What hearts have we!
      The blessing this a father gives his child!
      Yet happy thou, poor boy! compared with me,
      Suffering not doing ill--fate far more mild.
      The stranger's looks and tears of wrath beguiled
      The father, and relenting thoughts awoke;
      He kissed his son--so all was reconciled.
      Then, with a voice which inward trouble broke
      Ere to his lips it came, the Sailor them bespoke.
                                 

LVII

      "Bad is the world, and hard is the world's law
      Even for the man who wears the warmest fleece;
      Much need have ye that time more closely draw
      The bond of nature, all unkindness cease,
      And that among so few there still be peace:
      Else can ye hope but with such numerous foes
      Your pains shall ever with your years increase?"--
      While from his heart the appropriate lesson flows,
      A correspondent calm stole gently o'er his woes.
                                 

LVIII

      Forthwith the pair passed on; and down they look
      Into a narrow valley's pleasant scene
      Where wreaths of vapour tracked a winding brook,
      That babbled on through groves and meadows green;
      A low-roofed house peeped out the trees between;
      The dripping groves resound with cheerful lays,
      And melancholy lowings intervene
      Of scattered herds, that in the meadow graze,
      Some amid lingering shade, some touched by the sun's rays.
                                 

LIX

      They saw and heard, and, winding with the road,
      Down a thick wood, they dropt into the vale;
      Comfort, by prouder mansions unbestowed,
      Their wearied frames, she hoped, would soon regale.
      Erelong they reached that cottage in the dale:
      It was a rustic inn;--the board was spread,
      The milk-maid followed with her brimming pail,
      And lustily the master carved the bread,
      Kindly the housewife pressed, and they in comfort fed.
                                  

LX

      Their breakfast done, the pair, though loth, must part;
      Wanderers whose course no longer now agrees.
      She rose and bade farewell! and, while her heart
      Struggled with tears nor could its sorrow ease,
      She left him there; for, clustering round his knees,
      With his oak-staff the cottage children played;
      And soon she reached a spot o'erhung with trees
      And banks of ragged earth; beneath the shade
      Across the pebbly road a little runnel strayed.

 

 

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