Sunday, April 13, 2008

The Sixth Question

Do you have any favorite poem except Korean? Could you introduce it?

I like Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. It seems very old but when I lisened it,
the sound of recitation made me deep impression. Here it is.

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day (Sonnet XVIII)
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Tough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

그대를 여름날에 비겨 볼까요?
그대가 더 사랑스럽고 온화합니다
거친 바람 귀여운 오월 꽃망울을 흔들고
여름철의 기간은 너무 짧습니다
하늘의 눈은 때로 너무 뜨겁게 빛나고
그 금빛 안색은 자주 흐려집니다
모든 아름다움에서 아름다움이 줄어들고
우연이나 자연의 변화로 그 치장 빼앗깁니다
그러나 그대의 영원한 여름은 시들지 않고
그대가 지닌 아름다움을 잃지 않을 것이며
죽음은 그대가 제 어둠 속을 헤맨다고 뻐기지 못할 것입니다
그대는 불멸의 시 속에서 시간과 어깨를 겨룰 터이니까요
사람이 숨쉴 수 있고 볼 수 있는 눈을 가진 한
이 시는 그때까지 살아 그대에게 생명을 줄 것입니다


Joseph said...

Hi, Clara.
My life has been so dry for a long time. I am not poetic. However, I'd like to understand the deep part of 'life' through good poems from now on. I recommend David's Psalms in the Bible.

Nicole said...

Hi Clair,
Great question. My favorite poem is by Dylan Thomas and is about fighting death. It says; do not die easily but instead, fight to live.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

SAINT said...


The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not be in want
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters
He restores my soul.
he guides me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil for you are with me ;
your rod and staff they comfort me

kate(S0102) said...

Hmm..the poem that I like is Shapespeare and John Keats. When I was in college, I hated taking phonetics and phonology classes but I really enjoyed taking literature classes because I felt like I was really hard working college student. If we have a time, we can get together and have a small recital reading poems^^

Anonymous said...

I like Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken." I think it is philosophical poem. It makes me think about the other life.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
. . .
I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.