English Poem(¿µ¾î ½Ã)

Annabel Lee(¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®)

It was many and many a year ago(¾ÆÁÖ ¸Õ ¿¾³¯)
In a kingdom by the sea,(¹Ù´å°¡ ÇÑ ¿Õ±¹¿¡)
That a maiden there lived whom you may know(¿©·¯ºÐÀÌ ¾ËÁöµµ ¸ð¸£´Â ÇÑ Ã³³à°¡ »ì¾Ò´ä´Ï´Ù.)
By the name of Annabel Lee;-(±×³à À̸§Àº ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®)
And this maiden she lived with no other thought(´ÜÁö ±×³à ¸¶À½ ¼Ó¿¡´Â ´Ù¸¥ °ÍÀÌ ¾ø¾ú´ä´Ï´Ù)
That to love and be loved by me.(»ç¶ûÇÏ°í »ç¶û¹ÞÀ¸¸ç »ç´Â °Í¿Ü¿¡´Â)

She was a child and I was a child,(±×³àµµ ¾î·È°í ³ªµµ ¾î·ÈÀ» ¶§)
In this kingdom by the sea,(¹Ù´å°¡ ÇÑ ¿Õ±¹¿¡¼­)
But we loved with a love that was more than love-(¿ì¸®´Â °¡½¿À¸·Î ¼­·Î »ç¶ûÇß°í,»ç¶ûÇÏ´Â ÀÌ»óÀ̾ú´ä´Ï´Ù.)
I and my Annabel Lee-(³ª¿Í ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸® »çÀÌ¿¡´Â)
With a love that the winged seraphs in Heaven(Çϴÿ¡ ÀÖ´Â ³¯°³´Þ¸° ¼¼¶óÇÁõ»ç°¡)
Coveted her and me.(±×³â¿Í ³ª »çÀ̸¦ ½Ã±âÇß½À´Ï´Ù.)


And this was the reason that,long ago,(À̰ÍÀº ¿À·¡ ÀüÀÇ ÀÏÀ̾ú½À´Ï´Ù.)
In this Kingdom by the sea,(¹Ù´å°¡ ÇÑ ¿Õ±¹¿¡)
A wind blew out of a cloud,by night(¹ã¿¡ ±¸¸§¿¡¼­ ¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ºÒ°í)
Chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee;(³ªÀÇ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®´Â ¶³°í ÀÖ¾ú½À´Ï´Ù.)
So that her high born kinsmen came(±×³àÀÇ ÁöÀ§ ³ôÀº ģôµéÀÌ ¿Ô°í)
And bore her a way from me,(³ª¿¡°Ô¼­ ±×³à¸¦ µ¥¸®°í °¬½À´Ï´Ù.)
To shut her up in a sepulcher(ÁöÇϽǿ¡ ±×³à¸¦ °¡µÎ°í ¹®À» Àá°¬½À´Ï´Ù.)
In this kingdom by the sea.(¹Ù´å°¡ ÇÑ ¿Õ±¹¿¡¼­)

The angels,not half so happy in Heaven,(Çϴÿ¡ Àִ õ»çµµ ¸¶À½ÀÌ ÆíÄ¡ ¾Ê¾Ò½À´Ï´Ù.)
Went envying her and me:-(±×³à¿Í ³ªÀÇ »ç¶ûÀ» ½Ã±âÇ߱⿡)
Yes! that was the reason(as all men know,(±×·¡! ±×°Ô ¹Ù·Î ±× ÀÌÀ¯¿´Áö-¸ðµç »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ´Ù ¾Æ´Â´ë·Î)
In this kingdom by the sea.)(±×°ÍÀº ¹Ù´å°¡ ÀÌ ¿Õ±¹¿¡¼­ ÀϾÁö)
That the wind came out of the cloud,chilling(¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ±¸¸§¿¡¼­ ÀϾ)
And killing my Annabel Lee.(¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®¸¦ ¶³°ÔÇϰí Á×°ÔÇßÁö)

But our love was stronger by far than the love(±×·¯³ª ¿ì¸® »ç¶ûÀº Áö±Ý±îÁö ¾î´À »ç¶ûº¸´Ù ´õ °­Çß°í)
Of those who were older than we-(¿ì¸®º¸´Ù ³ªÀ̰¡ µç »ç¶÷µéÀÇ)
Of many far wiser than we-(¿ì¸®º¸´Ù ÈξÀ ´õ Çö¸íÇß´ø »ç¶÷µéº¸´Ù)
And neither the angels in Heaven above(Çϴÿ¡ Àִ õ»çµµ)
Nor the demons down under the sea,(¹Ù´å ¼Ó¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ¾Ç¸¶µµ)
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul(Àú ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®ÀÇ ¿µÈ¥¿¡¼­)
Of the beautifulAnnabel Lee:-(³ªÀÇ ¿µÈ¥À» ¶³¾îÁö°Ô ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾ú¾î)

For the moon never beams without bringing me(´ÞÀº ºñÃßÁö ¾Ê¾Æ)
dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee;(³ª¸¦ Àú ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®¸¦ ±À²ÙÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é)
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes(º°Àº ¶° ÀÖÁö ¾Ê¾Æµµ ³­)
Of the  beautiful Annabel Lee;(Àú ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î ¾Ö³Êº§ ¸®ÀÇ ¹àÀº ´«À» º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î.)
And so,all the night-tide,I lie down by the side(¹ã»õ Âɱ׷Á Àáµé¶§)
Of my darling,my darling my life and my bride,(³ªÀÇ ¿¬ÀÎ,³ªÀÇ »ç¶û,³ªÀÇ »î,³ªÀÇ ½ÅºÎ)
In her sepulcher there by the Sea-(¹Ù´å°¡ ÀÚÇϽǿ¡¼­)
In her tomb by the sounding sea.(»õÂù ÆÄµµ°¡ Ä¡´Â ±×³àÀÇ ¹«´ý¿¡¼­)

(Edgar Allan Poe 1809~1849) ¿¡µå°¡ ¿¤·» Æ÷¿ì

 

First Love(ù»ç¶û)

Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty's murderous brood.
She walkes awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore
A heart of flesh and blood.

But I laid a hand thereon
And found a heart of stone
I have attempted many things
And not a thing is done,
For every hand is lunatic
That travels on the moon.

She smiled and that transfigured me
And left me but a lout,
Maundering here,and maundering there,
Emptier of thought
Than the heavenly circuit of its stars
When the moon sails out.

(William Butler Yeats 1865~1939)

Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be  forgotten,as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend,he will make us old.

If anyone asks,say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower,as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

(Sara Teasdale 1884~1963)

 

 

Love Quietly Comes

Love quietly comes
long in time
after solitary Summers
and false blooms blighted

Love slowly comes
snow inquiring through
frozen water
through night
like stars each flake
steady reaching through

quietly slowly
shafts of wheat
underground love is
heat is
slow quiet
like snow
reaching down then up
love slips into roots
quietly the seed
sprouts shoots
slow as moon swell

(Gloria Vanderbilt 1924~    )

 

 

The Road Not Taken

Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller,long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other,as jut as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear:
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black,
Oh,I kept me first for another day;
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages ans ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

(Robert Lee Frost 1874~1963)

What Though Life Conspire To Cheat You

What though life conspire to cheat you,
Do not sorrow or complain.
Lie still on the day of pain,
And the day of joy will greet you.

Hearts live in the coming day.
There's an end to passing sorrow.
Suddenly all flies away,
And delight returns tomorrow.

(Aleksandr Sergeevitch Pushkin 1799~1837)

 

When We Two Parted

When we two parted
Insilence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is the fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A kneel to mine ear,

A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long,long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee-
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.

(George Gordon Byron 1788~!824)

 

When June is Come


When June is come,then all the day,
I'll sit with my love in the scented day,
And watch the sunshot palaces high
That the white clouds build in the breezy sky.

The singth,and I do make a song
And read sweet poems the whole day long;
Unseen as we lie in our haybuilt home,
O,life is delight when June is come.

(Robert Seymour Bridges 1844~1930)