How wonderful to be understood,
to just sit here while some kind person
relieves you of the awful burden
of having to explain yourself, of having
to find other words to say what you meant,
or what you think you thought you meant,
and of the worse burden of finding no words,
of being struck dumb . . . because some bright person
has found just the right words for you—and you
have only to sit here and be grateful
for words so quiet so discerning they seem
not words but literate light, in which
your merely lucid blossoming grows lustrous.
How wonderful that is!

And how altogether wonderful it is
not to be understood, not at all, to, well,
just sit here while someone not unkindly
is saying those impossibly wrong things,
or quite possibly they're the right things
if you are, which you're not, that someone
—a difference, finally, so indifferent
it would be conceit not to let it pass,
unkindness, really, to spoil someone's fun.
And so you don't mind, you welcome the umbrage
of those high murmurings over your head,
having found, after all, you are grateful
—and you understand this, how wonderful!—
that you've been led to be quietly yourself,
like a root growing wise in darkness
under the light litter, the falling words.

 

Ni vu ni connu

Je suis le parfum

Vivant et défunt

Dans le vent venu !

 

Ni vu ni connu

Hasard ou génie ?

À peine venu

La tâche est finie !

 

Ni lu ni compris ?

Aux meilleurs esprits

Que d’erreurs promises !

 

Ni vu ni connu,

Le temps d’un sein nu

Entre deux chemises !

 

Paul Valery (1871-1945)

王令 <暑早苦熱>

wáng lìng shǔ zǎo kǔ rè

 

崑崙之高有積雪

kūn lún zhī gāo yǒu jī xuě

蓬萊之遠有遺寒

Péng lái zhī yuǎn yǒu yí

不能手提天下往

bù néng shǒu tí tiān xià wǎng

何忍身去游其間

hé rěn shēn qù yóu qí jiān

나와 나타샤와 힌당나귀

                                                  백석

가난한 내가

아름다운 나타샤를 사랑해서

오늘밤은 푹푹 눈이나린다

나타샤를 사랑은하고

눈은 푹푹 날리고

나는 혼자 쓸쓸히 앉어 燒酎를 마신다

燒酎를 마시며 생각한다

나타샤와 나는

눈이 푹푹 쌓이는밤 힌당나귀타고

산골로가쟈 출출이 우는 깊은산골로가 마가리에 살쟈

눈은 푹푹 나리고

나는 나타샤를 생각하고

나타샤가 아니올리 없다

언제벌서 내속에 고조곤히와 이야기한다

산골로 가는것은 세상한테 지는것이아니다

세상같은건 더러워 버리는것이다

눈은 푹푹 나리고

아름다운 나타샤는 나를 사랑하고

어데서 힌당나귀도 오늘밤이 좋아서 응앙 응앙 울을것이다

여성 3권 3호(1938. 3)