Der Pflaumenbaum
Im Hofe steht ein Pflaumenbaum,
Der ist so klein, man glaubt es kaum.
Er hat ein Gitter drum,
So tritt ihn keiner um.
Der Kleine kann nicht größer wer'n,
Ja größer we'rn, das möcht' er gern!
's ist keine Red davon
Er hat zu wenig Sonn.
Denn Pflaumenbaum, man glaubt ihm kaum
Weil er nie eine Pflaume hat
Doch er ist ein Pflaumenbaum
Man kennt es an dem Blatt.
Bertolt Brecht(1898-1956)
Je suis mort
Je suis mort
parce que je n’ai pas le désir,
Je n’ai pas
le désir parce que je crois posséder,
Je crois
posséder parce que je n’essaye pas de donner ;
Essayant de
donner, on voit qu’on n’a rien,
Voyant qu’on
n’a rien, on essaye de se donner,
Essayant de
se donner, on voit qu’on n’est rien,
Voyant qu’on
n'est rien, on désire devenir,
Désirant
devenir, on vit.
René Daumal (1908-1944)
Wiseman _Frank Ocean
Wiseman closed his mouth
Madman closed his fist
Young man shows his age
Judge man named it sin
Bad men don't exist no, no
Evil men exists
Good men don't exists, no, no
Righteous men exists
Sad man cannot cry in place where men can see
Never witnessed father weep
This old man thought it weak
But strong men don't exist, no
Undying men exists
Weak men don't exist, no
Just flesh and blood exist
But your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you
The beast will crawl this earth
Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows
They'll rip apart his flesh
Till all that's left is glorious bone
So you'll bury your own
Too vain
You saw it unfold
What you know
And you claimed all you could hold
Until death did you part from the mess you made
I bet your mother would be proud of you
I bet your mother would be proud of you
Primate sharpens tool
To survive and thrive in the jungle
Maybe hearts were made to pump blood
Maybe lungs were made for flood
I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains
Rather let my limbs be drug through mud
You're my brother but your eyes are cold
You're my sister but your womb is bare
I bet our mother would be proud of you
I bet our mother would be proud of you
Bad men don't exist, no
Evil men exists
I know good men don't exists, no
Righteous men exists
But strong men don't exist, no
Undying men exists
Weak men don't exist, no
Just flesh and blood exists
I bet your mother would be proud, oh
I bet your mother would be proud, ooooh
내 소녀
오일도(1901∼1946)
븬 가지에 바구니 걸어놓고
내 소녀 어디 갔느뇨.
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박사(薄紗)의 아즈랑이
오늘도 가지 앞에 알른거린다.
『시원』4호, 1935.8
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