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http://www.utoronto.ca/tsq/10/barnes10.shtml ).

¶ÇÇÑ  ¿ø½Ã¸¦ ¿ì¸®¸»·Î ¹ø¿ªÇÑ ¹ÚÇü±Ô ¿ªÀÚÀÇ ¹ø¿ª½Ã <ÇØÈÄ>µµ Âü°íÇÏ¿© ¹Ý¿µÇÏ¿´½À´Ï´Ù( º¸¸®½º ºü½ºÂŸ£³ª²ô, ´ÚÅÍ Áö¹Ù°í, ¹ÚÇü±Ô¿ª, ¿­¸°Ã¥µé, ¼¼°è¹®ÇÐÆÇ, 2013)
                 

"Trysting"


When roads are covered white
And roofs weighed down with snow.
I'll find you by the doorway
As I leave for my stroll.

Alone, no hat or overshoes,
You're in your autumn coat,
And stifling excitement,
You munch some melting snow.

As trees and wooden fences
Fade into the gloom,
Alone amid the snowfall
You stand there at the turn.

From your headscarf water
Drips into your sleeves,
And in your hair a dew
Of water droplets gleams.

And illumined by the light
Of one fair lock of hair -
Your figure, face, and kerchief,
And the coat you wear.

Snow moistens your lashes,
There's anguish in your eyes,
And your whole image is
As one - all of a piece.

And with an iron chisel
Dipped in darkest stain,
Upon my heart indelibly
You're printed and engraved.

This heart preserves forever
The meekness of your traits,
So that it's no matter
The world's a cruel place.

And this entire snowy night
We thus divide and share -
To trace a line between us
Is beyond my power.

Yet who are we, whence sprung,
Since out of all these years
Just empty talk remains
When we are gone from here?

 
   
 


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