휴식休息

일주일이순식간에지나가버리는듯합니다.

또,우편물을제때개봉하지않아지인知人의

미술전에참석하지못할뻔했습니다.

개막첫시간에참석해야의미있는사람들을만나볼수있는데

지났으니,별도리없는것이고토요일오후에가기로했습니다.

마음에드는작품을하나고르고가격도고려하여

빨간리본을하나붙여놓고와야하겠습니다.

이왕나가는김에인사동거리를여유있게걸어보려고합니다.

그림을좋아하고사람을좋아하여많은사람들을만나고함께했던

인연이깊은동네입니다.

토요일이고,,의미있는휴식이되리라는믿음을가져봅니다.

예전과는분위기가많이다르지만그래도인사동은인사동입니다.

사람들은집에서좋은음식먹고잠많이자고

이리딩굴저리딩굴해야휴식으로아는데,물론그것도휴식이지만

내가갖는휴식은전람회음악회를찾아보는일입니다.

어느시인이인사동에서시화전詩畵展을열었을때의일입니다.

시화전에붙여서하시는말씀이시詩로서표현못하는거

그림으로그린다고했습니다.그조합이괜찮지요..!

시인은캔버스에그림을그리고그그림위에다

시詩를써서시화전을열었습니다.

도예가陶藝家와화가畵家가연합하여도화전陶畵展을하듯이

그림에는재주가없으니화가와함께연합하여시화전을

하는것도괜찮으리라생각해봅니다.

HenryWadsworthLongfellow를좋아했던
그시인을기억하며MyLostYouth를

여기에올려놓습니다.

MyLostYouth
byHenryWadsworthLongfellow
OftenIthinkofthebeautifultown
Thatisseatedbythesea;
Ofteninthoughtgoupanddown
Thepleasantstreetsofthatdearoldtown,
Andmyyouthcomesbacktome.
AndaverseofaLaplandsong
Ishauntingmymemorystill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Icanseetheshadowylinesofitstrees,
Andcatch,insuddengleams,
Thesheenofthefar-surroundingseas,
AndislandsthatweretheHesperides
Ofallmyboyishdreams.
Andtheburdenofthatoldsong,
Itmurmursandwhispersstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Iremembertheblackwharvesandtheships,
Andthesea-tidestossingfree;
AndSpanishsailorswithbeardedlips,
Andthebeautyandmysteryoftheships,
Andthemagicofthesea.
Andthevoiceofthatwaywardsong
Issingingandsayingstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Irememberthebulwarksbytheshore,
Andthefortuponthehill;
Thesunrisegun,withitshollowroar,
Thedrum-beatrepeatedo’erando’er,
Andthebuglewildandshrill.
Andthemusicofthatoldsong
Throbsinmymemorystill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Irememberthesea-fightfaraway,
Howitthunderedo’erthetide!
Andthedeadcaptains,astheylay
Intheirgraves,o’erlookingthetranquilbay
Wheretheyinbattledied.
Andthesoundofthatmournfulsong
Goesthroughmewithathrill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Icanseethebreezydomeofgroves,
TheshadowsofDeering’sWoods;
Andthefriendshipsoldandtheearlyloves
ComebackwithaSabbathsound,asofdoves
Inquietneighborhoods.
Andtheverseofthatsweetoldsong,
Itfluttersandmurmursstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

Irememberthegleamsandgloomsthatdart
Acrosstheschool-boy’sbrain;
Thesongandthesilenceintheheart,
Thatinpartareprophecies,andinpart
Arelongingswildandvain.
Andthevoiceofthatfitfulsong
Singson,andisneverstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

TherearethingsofwhichImaynotspeak;
Therearedreamsthatcannotdie;
Therearethoughtsthatmakethestrongheartweak,
Andbringapallorintothecheek,
Andamistbeforetheeye.
Andthewordsofthatfatalsong
Comeovermelikeachill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

StrangetomenowaretheformsImeet
WhenIvisitthedearoldtown;
Butthenativeairispureandsweet,
Andthetreesthato’ershadoweachwell-knownstreet,
Astheybalanceupanddown,
Aresingingthebeautifulsong,
Aresighingandwhisperingstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."

AndDeering’sWoodsarefreshandfair,
Andwithjoythatisalmostpain
Myheartgoesbacktowanderthere,
Andamongthedreamsofthedaysthatwere,
Ifindmylostyouthagain.
Andthestrangeandbeautifulsong,
Thegrovesarerepeatingitstill:
"Aboy’swillisthewind’swill,
Andthethoughtsofyoutharelong,longthoughts."