서른 즈음에 - 김광석
또 하루 멀어져 간다 내뿜은 담배연기처럼
작기만 한 내 기억 속엔 무얼 채워 살고 있는지
점점 더 멀어져 간다 머물러 있는 청춘인 줄 알았는데
비어가는 내 가슴속엔 더 아무것도 찾을 수 없네
계절은 다시 돌아 오지만 떠나간 내 사랑은 어디에
내가 떠나 보낸 것도 아닌데 내가 떠나 온 것도 아닌데
조금씩 잊혀져 간다 머물러 있는 사랑인 줄 알았는데
또 하루 멀어져 간다
매일 이별하며 살고 있구나
At the time of Thirty - Kim Kwang Seok
One more day is passing away like vanishing smoke in thin air
In my smaller mind, what am I cherishing?
It's fading away though the spring always remains
In my hollow mind I have no more things to find
I am here, living through the returning seasons
But where is my missing love staying
I neither let it go nor left it
It's forgotten though love always remains
One more day is passing away
I'm living through the days of good bye
Kim Kwang Seok, the singer of this song, commented on this song ;
Everybody has burden of life as heavy as their age.
During the time of teenager, they are like a mirror. They reflect their parents, teachers, and friends and imitate them.
After turn into 20's, they are facing another world and try many different things to find themselves. They have many opportunities, and hope either that is subjective or objective. They start something new with confidence, experience failure as well. However, they are still like a mirror. If something stimulated them, they bounce it back or collapse themselves because can't stand for it. They learn about sadness, sorrow, frustration, so if something similar happened, they try to deal with it or just accept it.
The time flies away, when they are aware that, they already turn into 30's. Well, they realize their limits of abilities, and feel like nothing exciting or interesting in their life but boring or being oppressed. Most of them in that age feel in the same way...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
小雪 / The First Light Snow
小雪/ 向陽
小雪趕在紅葉之後
開遍愛荷華初冬的山坡
彷彿落葉一般，不斷飛過
我暫時寄寓的樓窗前
又頹然歇下腳來
在輕迴的風中，在自己
也決定不了的處所呵了一口氣，灰濛濛的
天空──另一半正注視著
大洋彼端的家國
思念有時像小雪。有時
更像落葉，不融不化
只是慢慢腐萎
這異國晨間的細雪
疑是昨夜的一場夢魘
夢中，已經死去的父親
也來與我站在窗前
指著四處飄零的雪花
說：雪太冷了，我們回去
回到故鄉舖滿落葉的土地
The First Light Snow Xiang Yang
The first light snow comes after red leaves fall
It covers the hills in Iowa at the beginning of winter
Just like the falling leaves, the snow flies by
In front of the window of my temporary house
It comes to rest
I sigh in the wind, I can’t
Even decide where to live
The ashy sky watches
My homeland on the other side of the ocean
Sometimes longing is like light snow, Sometimes
It’s more like falling leaves
It doesn’t melt, but it just slowly wither
The light snow in this foreign land
Seems like a dream of last night
In the dream, my late father
Came to stand with me in front of the window
Pointing at the falling snowflake, he
Said The snow is cold, let’s go back
Back to our land where the ground is covered by fallen leaves
小雪趕在紅葉之後
開遍愛荷華初冬的山坡
彷彿落葉一般，不斷飛過
我暫時寄寓的樓窗前
又頹然歇下腳來
在輕迴的風中，在自己
也決定不了的處所呵了一口氣，灰濛濛的
天空──另一半正注視著
大洋彼端的家國
思念有時像小雪。有時
更像落葉，不融不化
只是慢慢腐萎
這異國晨間的細雪
疑是昨夜的一場夢魘
夢中，已經死去的父親
也來與我站在窗前
指著四處飄零的雪花
說：雪太冷了，我們回去
回到故鄉舖滿落葉的土地
The First Light Snow Xiang Yang
The first light snow comes after red leaves fall
It covers the hills in Iowa at the beginning of winter
Just like the falling leaves, the snow flies by
In front of the window of my temporary house
It comes to rest
I sigh in the wind, I can’t
Even decide where to live
The ashy sky watches
My homeland on the other side of the ocean
Sometimes longing is like light snow, Sometimes
It’s more like falling leaves
It doesn’t melt, but it just slowly wither
The light snow in this foreign land
Seems like a dream of last night
In the dream, my late father
Came to stand with me in front of the window
Pointing at the falling snowflake, he
Said The snow is cold, let’s go back
Back to our land where the ground is covered by fallen leaves
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Yuichi Fukaumi
Yuichi Fukaumi
ボクたちは よいうた 美しいうた やさしいうた かわいいうた あかるいうた
わだかまりのないうた くりかえしてみて かすの残らないうた
悔いの残らないうた ボクたちは そういう ウタを つくりたいのです
ボクたちはそれに向かって すすんで行きたいのです
We want to create a good poem, a beautiful poem, a decent poem, a cute poem, a cheerful poem,
and a poem that doesn’t make people feel bad. Let’s say again. We want to make a poem that
every one can understand, and a poem that doesn’t have some regret. We want to have like that kind of poem. It is our goal. We would like to keep going to our goal.
ボクたちは よいうた 美しいうた やさしいうた かわいいうた あかるいうた
わだかまりのないうた くりかえしてみて かすの残らないうた
悔いの残らないうた ボクたちは そういう ウタを つくりたいのです
ボクたちはそれに向かって すすんで行きたいのです
We want to create a good poem, a beautiful poem, a decent poem, a cute poem, a cheerful poem,
and a poem that doesn’t make people feel bad. Let’s say again. We want to make a poem that
every one can understand, and a poem that doesn’t have some regret. We want to have like that kind of poem. It is our goal. We would like to keep going to our goal.
A Flower Named Azaleas 진달래 꽃 - Kim, So Wol -
나 보기가 역겨워
가실 때에는
말없이 고이 보내드리오리다.
영변에 약산
진달래 꽃
아름 따다 가실 길에 뿌리오리다.
가시는 걸음걸음
놓인 그 꽃을
사뿐이 즈려 밟고 가시옵소서.
나 보기가 역겨워
가실 때에는
죽어도 아니 눈물 흘리오리다.
If the sight of me fills you with disgust,
And drives you away,
I will send you off with no words.
Yaksan in Yeongbyoen,
A flower named azaleas,
As much as my arms can embrace, I’ll scatter them on the road you take.
Each step you take,
Where all those azaleas lay,
Please step on them lightly as you walk away.
If the sight of me fills you with disgust,
And drives you away,
Even if death takes over me, I won’t shed a tear.
가실 때에는
말없이 고이 보내드리오리다.
영변에 약산
진달래 꽃
아름 따다 가실 길에 뿌리오리다.
가시는 걸음걸음
놓인 그 꽃을
사뿐이 즈려 밟고 가시옵소서.
나 보기가 역겨워
가실 때에는
죽어도 아니 눈물 흘리오리다.
If the sight of me fills you with disgust,
And drives you away,
I will send you off with no words.
Yaksan in Yeongbyoen,
A flower named azaleas,
As much as my arms can embrace, I’ll scatter them on the road you take.
Each step you take,
Where all those azaleas lay,
Please step on them lightly as you walk away.
If the sight of me fills you with disgust,
And drives you away,
Even if death takes over me, I won’t shed a tear.
雪花的快樂/A Snowflake 's Happiness
雪花的快樂(1924.12.30)
假如我是一朵雪花
翩翩的在半空裡瀟灑
我一定會認清我的方向
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
這地面上有我的方向
不去那冷漠的幽谷
不去那淒清的山犛
也不上荒街去惆悵
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
你看 我有我的方向
在半空裡娟娟的飛舞
認明了那清幽的住處
等著她來花園裡探望
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
啊 她身上有硃砂梅的清香
那時我憑藉我的身輕盈盈的
沾著了她的衣襟
貼近她柔波似的心胸
消溶 消溶 消溶
溶入她柔波似的心胸
If I were a snowflake,
Drifting softly in mid-air,
I would know my direction
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
The ground below holds my destination.
Elude the indifferent valleys,
Evade the desolate mountains,
Escape from the melancholic streets ---
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
My destiny should be...
Dancing gracefully in mid-air,
Perceiving the secluded dwelling,
Waiting for her arrival in the garden ---
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
Ahh-- her scent of plum blossom fills the air!
Airy body of mine floats then,
Landing on her with gentle care,
Sensing her mild love in her chest ---
Fading, fading, fading ---
I dissolve into the cordial waves in her heart.
Biography
Xu was born in Haining, Zhejiang in1897.In 1918,
after studying at Peking University,he traveled to
the US to study history in Clark University.
Shortly afterwards,he transferred to Columbia University
in New Yorkto study economics and politics in 1919.
He left in 1920 to study at King's College,Cambridge
in England,where he fell in love with English romantic
poetrylike that of Keatsand Shelley, and was also influenced
by the French romanticand symbolist poets,
some of whose works he translated into Chinese.
In 1922 he went back to China and
became a leader of the modern poetry movement.
When the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore visited China,
Xu Zhimo played the part of oral interpreter.
Xu's literary ideology was mostly pro-western,
and pro-vernacular.He was one of the first Chinese writers
to successfullynaturalize Western romantic forms into
modern Chinese poetry.He worked as an editor and professor
at several schoolsbefore dying in a plane crash
on November 19, 1931 while flyingfrom Nanjing to Beijing.
He left behind four collections of verse and severalvolumes
of translations from various languages.
假如我是一朵雪花
翩翩的在半空裡瀟灑
我一定會認清我的方向
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
這地面上有我的方向
不去那冷漠的幽谷
不去那淒清的山犛
也不上荒街去惆悵
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
你看 我有我的方向
在半空裡娟娟的飛舞
認明了那清幽的住處
等著她來花園裡探望
飛颺 飛颺 飛颺
啊 她身上有硃砂梅的清香
那時我憑藉我的身輕盈盈的
沾著了她的衣襟
貼近她柔波似的心胸
消溶 消溶 消溶
溶入她柔波似的心胸
If I were a snowflake,
Drifting softly in mid-air,
I would know my direction
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
The ground below holds my destination.
Elude the indifferent valleys,
Evade the desolate mountains,
Escape from the melancholic streets ---
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
My destiny should be...
Dancing gracefully in mid-air,
Perceiving the secluded dwelling,
Waiting for her arrival in the garden ---
Soaring, soaring, soaring ---
Ahh-- her scent of plum blossom fills the air!
Airy body of mine floats then,
Landing on her with gentle care,
Sensing her mild love in her chest ---
Fading, fading, fading ---
I dissolve into the cordial waves in her heart.
Biography
Xu was born in Haining, Zhejiang in1897.In 1918,
after studying at Peking University,he traveled to
the US to study history in Clark University.
Shortly afterwards,he transferred to Columbia University
in New Yorkto study economics and politics in 1919.
He left in 1920 to study at King's College,Cambridge
in England,where he fell in love with English romantic
poetrylike that of Keatsand Shelley, and was also influenced
by the French romanticand symbolist poets,
some of whose works he translated into Chinese.
In 1922 he went back to China and
became a leader of the modern poetry movement.
When the Bengali poet Rabindranath Tagore visited China,
Xu Zhimo played the part of oral interpreter.
Xu's literary ideology was mostly pro-western,
and pro-vernacular.He was one of the first Chinese writers
to successfullynaturalize Western romantic forms into
modern Chinese poetry.He worked as an editor and professor
at several schoolsbefore dying in a plane crash
on November 19, 1931 while flyingfrom Nanjing to Beijing.
He left behind four collections of verse and severalvolumes
of translations from various languages.
Song for the children (Korean song)
새 신.
새신을 신고 뛰어보자, 팔짝!
머리가 하늘까지 닿겠네.
New Shoes.
Let's hop in new shoes, hippitty hop!
I can touch the sky with my head.
I tried to find a song, but I couldn't. :(
새신을 신고 뛰어보자, 팔짝!
머리가 하늘까지 닿겠네.
New Shoes.
Let's hop in new shoes, hippitty hop!
I can touch the sky with my head.
I tried to find a song, but I couldn't. :(
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
私と小鳥と鈴と
金子 みすゞ
私が両手をひろげても、
お空はちっとも飛べないが、
飛べる小鳥は私のやうに、
地面（じべた）を速くは走れない。
私がからだをゆすっても、
きれいな音は出ないけど、
あの鳴る鈴は私のやうに、
たくさんな唄は知らないよ。
鈴と、小鳥と、それから私、
みんなちがって、みんないい。
Birds , bells and me
Misuzu Kaneko(1903-1930)
No matter how wide I spread my arms,
I can’t even fly up into the sky.
Flying birds cannot run
as fast as me.
No matter how much I shake my body,
I can’t even make a pretty sound.
Jingling bells don’t know
as many songs as me.
Bells, birds and then me.
Everybody’s different, everybody’s beautiful.
Misuzu Kaneko was a Japanese poet who mainly wrote for children. Misuzu is her penname and her given name was Teru. She was born in Yamaguchi prefecuture. She wrote 512 poems in her 26 years of her life. In 1923, her poems appeared in four different magazines and got great response from critics. In 1926, she marries a book keeper of her step father's book store, and had a daughter. Her husband not only banned her from sending poems to well known magazines, he contracted a venereal disease from the pleasure quarters, so she divorced him. But her husband insisted on custody of their daughter so in protest, she committed suicide.
私が両手をひろげても、
お空はちっとも飛べないが、
飛べる小鳥は私のやうに、
地面（じべた）を速くは走れない。
私がからだをゆすっても、
きれいな音は出ないけど、
あの鳴る鈴は私のやうに、
たくさんな唄は知らないよ。
鈴と、小鳥と、それから私、
みんなちがって、みんないい。
Birds , bells and me
Misuzu Kaneko(1903-1930)
No matter how wide I spread my arms,
I can’t even fly up into the sky.
Flying birds cannot run
as fast as me.
No matter how much I shake my body,
I can’t even make a pretty sound.
Jingling bells don’t know
as many songs as me.
Bells, birds and then me.
Everybody’s different, everybody’s beautiful.
Misuzu Kaneko was a Japanese poet who mainly wrote for children. Misuzu is her penname and her given name was Teru. She was born in Yamaguchi prefecuture. She wrote 512 poems in her 26 years of her life. In 1923, her poems appeared in four different magazines and got great response from critics. In 1926, she marries a book keeper of her step father's book store, and had a daughter. Her husband not only banned her from sending poems to well known magazines, he contracted a venereal disease from the pleasure quarters, so she divorced him. But her husband insisted on custody of their daughter so in protest, she committed suicide.
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