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'Fragrance' is an English quarterly literary e-Magazine . We publish poems in English as well as translations in English.
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Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
FRAGRANCE- ISSUE 1 Mar 2013 FRAGRANCE
Volume : 1 Issue : 1 Jan-Mar 2013
Founder: Waseem A Malla
Editor: Shalini Samuel
Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
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Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
Editor’s Note
Dear Readers,
Fragrance, has bloomed into reality, to give everyone an equal opportunity
to showcase their poetic talents to the world. Fragrance gives youngsters,
opportunity to exhibit their skill. We have taken care that readers will get the
maximum pleasure in reading these wonderful poems.
The poem “Shake The Dust” by Dexter Sam touched my heart the most. This
Issue mainly focuses on young poets. Their modern way of writing and
modern thoughts is put before you. It has some wonderful poems from
senior poets like Tribhawan Kaul.
The magazine is organized wonderfully, with details about the authors along
with their poems. We place this colorful, poetry magazine in your hands.
Read at your leisure. Drop your feedbacks and suggestions at
Visit our website: http://efragrance.weebly.com/
With the hope, Fragrance the quarterly poetry magazine would steal your
hearts.
Regards
Shalini Samuel
Editor,
Fragrance EMagazine
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Mar 2013
Shalini Samuel was born in
Kanyakumari, southern tip of India.
After completing her schooling
(2002) from St.Teresa’s MHSS,
Kanyakumari, she graduated in
Information Technology (2006) and
took her Master’s in Computer
Science from Noorul Islam College
of Engineering (2008) ,
Kanyakumari.
She has been writing poems from
her school days. Her poetic pursuits
took a pause during her college
years. After completing her studies,
she started blogging as a hobby and
slowly turned her concentration on
poetry. She says ‘she is creeping on
the walls of Muse India with a hope
there will be a bloom one day.
Shalini Samuel
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Mar 2013
First Trust
Years ago, on this day
I made my noisy entry,
Into this beautiful earth,
As part of human race
With a cheerful pure soul
Greetings from everyone;
Happiness in their speech;
I could hear their words
But not clever to understand
Fearing to open my eyes,
Fearing to trust anyone,
I cried, others laughed
Worn out, I snoozed
Moved by mothers nurture
Eagerly opened my eyes
To glimpse my guardian angel,
First human I trusted
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Mar 2013
A poet from Kashmir, India.
He had made attempts with
different genres of poetry, in English,
Urdu and Kashmiri. His poetry is
generally romantic in nature with
thrust on mystical and philosophical
elements. His poetry has been highly
influenced by the contemporary
Urdu poetry and this thing can be
well established while reading most
of his poems. He is influenced by
Maulana Jalal-ud-Din Rumi, Ahmad
Faraaz, Parveen Shakir and Faiz
Ahmad Faiz. Waseem says “Though
I can never touch their stature, I try
to write as they used to”.
Waseem A Malla
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Mar 2013
Rise: As One
Rise, O Ye!
Ye: The children of Adam,
Rise to fall never again,
Rise from every fall you have,
Rise as the sun does in the morn,
Rise as the moon illuminates the night,
Rise, and rise hard:
Rise as the waves in the sea,
After every trough: with their heads up,
In the ocean of eternal love.
Rise, O Ye!
Ye, the dwellers of the earth,
Rise with all the might you have,
Rise to the heights of sky,
For the heavens have the rewards:
The moon- so bright there,
The stars- so numerous in count,
Rise as the moon does from the clouds,
All of them so grey and dark,
Everytime they hide its face.
Rise, O Ye!
Ye, the one who falls, again,
Ye, rise as the wind on the land,
Rise as the thorns blossom in sand,
Rise after every fall you have,
For falling down isn't a sin,
Rising not again is, so rise!
Rise with bodies and souls mingled,
Rise, and rise to live,
Rise, but rise as One...! ! !
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Mar 2013
Dexter Sam finished an engineering degree but got bored with
it, and decided to teach in schools instead. He enjoys reading,
writing, eating, sleeping, wandering around the city and
listening to poetry. This piece was written on 1st January as a
response to the recent Delhi Gangrape incident.
Dexter Sam
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Mar 2013
Shake The Dust, India
I picked up the newspaper
“A Young Woman dies, A Nation Mourns”
Rest in Peace, they said
Cos’ we will Not.
I dropped it in disgust
I can’t take any more
It overwhelms me
And scrambles my brains
Today I won’t have clever editorials
and opinion pieces
Or the explanations of experts in fancy designs of words
Today I won’t stand crocodile tears and empty promises
I will let the bitter taste remain
Today I will not drown her voice in
mindless partying
Or even be the man of whom everybody says ‘theek hai’
Today I will not mourn her loss or seek for closure
I will only let the bitter taste remain
There is a place in our hearts
Where news broadcasts and research studies can’t go
Assurances of national leaders don’t reach there
And the best government in the world will still leave untouched.
There is no promise of safety
There is no sure salvation
There is no hope of glory
Yet. But there will be.
See, like the dust gathering on books
stacked in library shelves
Dulling and deflating the fresh life of ideas within
Cynicism cakes itself on the human heart terrorized by tragedy
But today, let’s shake the dust
It might be the
Coldest day of the season
But there is a reason
Why winter always ends
The Sun always comes out
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Mar 2013
Elvira is a Fun-loving person,
Avid Bollywood fan, Blog-Writer and
dedicated towards cause for
thalassemia. Born in Mumbai,
having an MBA finance degree, she
is currently working in a corporate
bank. She is a keen enthusiast and
loves to play the guitar, dance,
reading books, making innovative
handicrafts etc. As she quotes,
"Writing poems has been my
passion since young and now have a
blog "It’s My Life" to emote my
feelings and thoughts with friends-
Poems on love, life, relations,
abstracts, nature etc". A budding
poet, Elvira has her works(25
poems) published both at the
national and international level in
different anthologies.
Elvira Lobo
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Mar 2013
In Your Arms
In your arms I lay for a while,
so soothing to see your gentle smile.
I wish I could be forever this way,
holding you close all day.
I am really in awe of enigma you possess,
your mysterious love seems so endless.
Charming , Exciting and Melting
hearts deeply in love uniting.
In your arms, I'm comforted by your care,
your fingers slowly running through my hair.
Your heart beat is in sync with mine,
every breath together brings me closer to thine.
I am enjoying your choicest attention you maintain,
little blushes makes my blood freeze in my veins.
How Toxic, Maddening and Enchanting is your love that's so pure,
In your arms,I lay passionately in love feeling so secure.
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Mar 2013
Asif Andalib was born on 27
November in 1967 at Moez Monzil,
Komlapur, Faridpur of Bangladesh.
He writes poems and lyrics both in
English and Bengali. He was
literature editor of a cultural
organization “Oniketh”. Later he
served as its general secretary. He
was ranked one of the top 500
poets of PoemHunter.com many
times. Moreover one of his poem
has been published in The Top 100
Poems of 2012 the year’s most
awaited world’s poetry anthology.
Poetry Press Publishing Group of
Songwriting Opportunities, USA has
published the book.
Asif Andalib
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Mar 2013
There’s someone made for me
There’s someone made for me
I feel it from my bone
I know you are out there
So call me over phone
And make an appointment
I am still home alone
Understand my feelings
Don’t let me sob and groan
You are my reality
And imagination
Show your face like the sun
In my life’s horizon
Waiting for you too long
Has made me like a stone
This song is like a bird
Baby it has now flown
With music’s tender wings
To the known and unknown
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Mar 2013
Born on 10th May, 1994, Arirta Mukherjee is the eldest
son of Mr. Mrs. Sudipta Mukherjee. Writing from the little
cosmopolitan town of Liluah, ituated near Howrah, the
aspiring poet is presently pursuing his graduation in
English from Scottish Church College, Kolkata.
Aritra Mukherjee
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Mar 2013
Ghosts
Haunted by a thousand voices,
Do you grope in the darkness?
Do you escape?
Or return?
Or escape to return?
Laughter contemptuous
Smile amorphous
Sobbing continuous
Nails scratching concrete,
Dragged with a sour
Teeth-roughening grind
A million vicious legs
Of an insect hideous,
Scuttle along the
Walls and floor
Of your blind
Cranial room
Rustle sickening.
Cribbed by breathless fear,
Do you intend to be lost?
Or found?
Or lost to be found? Digging your nails
Deep into your chest,
Do you tear yourself asunder?
Bloody clumps of muscles,
Pieces of lungs,
Throbbing mutilated heart...
Did you exorcise the ghosts?
Smothering an ageless scream
With the groan of a wounded animal?
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Mar 2013
Tribhawan Kaul was born on 01-01-1946
in J&K State. His first book ‘Nanhe Muno Ke
Rupak’ was published at the age of 13 years.
Having keen interest in writing poetry and short-
stories, he took to serious writing in both English
and Hindi after his retirement. His published
works in hindi include besides, ‘Nanhe Munno Ke
Rupak’( a book for children), two anthologies of
hindi poems, ‘Sab Rang’ (2010) and ‘ Mann Ki
Tarang’ (2012). His English poems
are appreciated both by foreign and Indian poets
on various poetic sites and have been selected for
publication in various books/anthologies viz How
to prevent rape & molestation (book), Inklinks,
Bhelpuri, women’s Muse etc. Publication of an
anthology of his poems titled ‘ Children of Lost
God’ is under consideration.
Tribhawan Kaul
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Mar 2013
Don’t Kill Me
Kill me not, Pa
poison me not, Ma
strangle me not, brother
I am one of your own
let some mercy be shown
your blood runs into my veins
let you not bind me in chains
give my wishes some space
let me live also with honour
and grace.
Desires have wings
so have mine
what if I love someone?
how is that a crime ?
made my choice
want you to hear my voice
my heart beats for him
why have I to pay the price?
Heart overrules the mind
society has never been kind
different caste, religion and state
have to write my own fate
Why torture me?
Why shatter my dreams?
Why you shame and fail your own?
You are not urbane, to me it
seems.
You blood thirsty savages
you traditional sticklers
Oh you perpetrators of heinous crime
Your preaching and actions do not rhyme.
Shame on you Goddess worshiper
Girls may refuse to take birth
Eve was created by HIM for love
HE now also thinks was it at all worth.
Kill me not Pa or poison me not Ma
strangle me not brother.
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Mar 2013
Herojit Philem alias Hero was born to Philem Nanda
Singh and Philem Sarojini Chanu, on 10th Nov.1995. In
Manipur, a state in North Eastern India. He started writing
poetry from the age of 14 been inspired by loneliness. At
present he writes in The Sangai Express, a daily paper in
Manipur
Herojit Philem
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Mar 2013
Two Roads to Home
There are two roads
For me to go home
One is narrow and lengthy
With many pits and khuds
Chances of falling is high.
On this path,
I'll suffer much pains.
Every pain will give me courage
To walk, to go ahead.
Even though I fall
I can stand and walk
With respect.
For, it takes me
To front door of my house
Where my family waits
With smiles.
The other route
Is wide and short
Flowers of pleasure blossom
On either sides
Enjoying the nectar,
I may walk
But, if I slip
I can never stand and talk.
Because, it enters the wide door
Where my father waits
With anger to lecture.
Oops! Two roads to go home
I have to decide
On which I must go-
Whether to see my family happy
Or listen my father's lecture.
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Mar 2013
Rosemary (ruth) Daguio is just 20. Still in
college. She had started to write since she was in
elementary. She is very emotional...that's what they
see (and it's true ) .She is proud to be a DAGUIO, and
even more proud about her grandfather, Amador T.
Daguio, who was the famous writer, The Wedding
dance.
Rosemary
Daugio
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Mar 2013
My Amnesia Girl
the past... the memories.. all gone
with the blink of her eyes.. I can see nothing but darkness...
darkness.. it's all there..
why.. how could it be..
everything that has been built..
framed with laughter and tears..
they.. all disappeared..
too hard...too hard to bear..
so many days.. years that's been together..
warmth on my arms..
it's gone..
now...just an innocent love whose trying to put things together..
hoping for any strings..
images of the past...
that has been blurred.. faded.. and buried itself.. deeper than the deepest ocean..
and I...nothing but an old friend.. that's what it should be..
don't try to meddle..
just passed through the hurdle..
and see what's next..
I have no choice but to let it be..
time should come.. it will..
on any other way.. these would be all right...
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Mar 2013
The poet is currently working as a Scientist in a
government organization at Bangalore. He has been
penning down poems both in English and Hindi
since his college days. A few of his english poems have
been published in recently launched national poetry
anthology Inklinks alongside some literary revered
names. He soon aspires to bring out his hindi poetry
collection (along with his friends) and to write an
adventure fiction novel in the coming time. He is
reachable at hi FB fanpage -->
https://www.facebook.com/VPS.hitaishi
Vikas Pratap
Singh
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Mar 2013
Lady of My Dreams
Blissful face, and eyes dreamy
blessed nature, tresses dispersed
a single view of yours for me
is a vista of whole universe
Gracious grin and divine smile
charming tone of seductive voice
your walk stretches heaven's guile
not-being-in-your-awe ain't a choice
In your shadow, my spirit gleams
takes over me an aura smothered
if you ain't here, lady of my dreams!
living a lie, I don't bother
Your existence solely in thoughts even
maketh my day glimmer;
to meet you on earth or in heaven
awaiting that moment for ever
-Vikas Pratap Singh
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Mar 2013
Dar Mudasir Rahman from Kashmir, India
Dar Mudasir
Rahman
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Mar 2013
Loss
Loss- it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
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Mar 2013
Anuj Tikku is a bollywood actor and also a poet
Anuj Tikku
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Mar 2013
Hope When all is lost there is still hope
Hope that things lost can be taken
Deeds done can be forsaken
The hope that all is not gone in vain
There is still a lot to gain
Lost gain to be won back
As I wander into a new track
Hope the deed Solitude,
maturity and many songs for me toss of today
Will pay me returns some other day
Hope for a quite dawn
Like the flight of the white swan
Hope that I would reach into my inner core
ask for creativity, forgiveness, love, trust and much more
Hope to hear my true voice soon
And launch me up towards the moon
To take me up to wonderland
Where I can play my merry band
Hope that that change will bring
Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
Eric Shelman, was a hater of all forms of poetry until he
met one of his first literary masters named Philip
Mcdonald while serving in the U.S. A. Navy and who
thoroughly convinced him to change his ways. So he
began writing forms such as acrostics, double acrostics,
and many others.
Eric Shelman
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Mar 2013
The Sun
Mourning-raises and evening-out Set
Exploding and uniting vapors are my everlasting fodder
Orientating the sphere of existence around me
Golden locks beard my youthful face
Stolen I am, but gained, lost, and redistributed throughout the
cycle
A vital ingredient for games of production, reproduction, and
sustenance am I
A creator for, a destroyer of and a sustainer-of-all, am I
My kisses are randomly discharged into the vastness
Infinite amounts of livelihood is what offers I
Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
She's an author, poet and a minister of the gospel of
Christ. She's born again and Holy Spirit filled. The first
born child of her parent, she's a nigerian from delta state.
An urhobo by tribe.
Sakpere Light
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Mar 2013
The Passion of Christ
Bread to break
Cup to take
Jesus wants us
To keep His memory alive
Thus, As we break the bread
And take the Cup
We affectionately
Relive the Passion of the Christ!
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Mar 2013
Born in Wisconsin, David Tuttle spent most of his
adolescence moving around east Texas. In high school
his parents moved away
David Tuttle
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Mar 2013
Detritus
you held my head in your hands
like a burnt book
picking out whatever phrases
and disconnected lines
you could, from the blackness
you held me close
like the ash of a burnt home
our breaths began to rhyme
and eventually
you breathed me in
I watched, quiet, like smoke when you were sleeping
I held on to you
clogged your lungs with all my strength
and you became so full of me
laid my name out on your coarsened tongue
and I bathed in you like sunlight
the words stopped meaning anything
it was just noise, clicking, penlines
and
You held my head in your hands
like a burnt book.
Fragrance Vol 1 Issue 1 Online Literary Magazine
Mar 2013
Melody Pierson is a songwriter, poet, musician and a
student of literature, fine arts and metal-smithing.
She has worked extensively in the area of media in front
and in back of the microphone as host, news caster,
researcher, and news editor.
Her first of love, songwriter, has won her numerous
award, including the Canadian Genie for Best Song for a
Film. "Les Plouffes" co-written with Stephanne Venne.
Her music collaborations feature artists such as Award
Winning Clair Marlo, Leslie Pearl and is known as the
"song doctor" on the West Coast.
Melody Pierson
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Mar 2013
The aroma comes first.
A wave of an indeterminable smell
lures you
Bringing you in, to the gaze
of his eyes
The smell of his neck under the sun
is with him
seemingly only for your pleasure.
Each step brings you closer
To him
Your breath is his desire
He defies your senses
And looks into you
The need to blend
Inhale
Deeper this one time,
it is a scent only
meant for you.
and him,
Should you come apart.
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Mar 2013
Chicory Poetry grew up in the isolated coal mining
mountains of Virginia and began writing poetry & short
stories at the age of nine
The evolution of the iPhone camera allows Chicory to
merge captured images to give further strength to his
creations
Previous publishing venues include .. Casa Italian .. The
Connection ... Unity Magazine
Remembrance - whether real or imagined ... is a
reoccurring theme in his poetry
Chicory Poetry
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Mar 2013
Another Country
Do you know the difference
Or
Is there a difference
Between raging desperation
And
The mere lingering fragrance of
Melancholy
This evening the drawbridge is lowered
Then
Tonight I will see you in another country
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Mar 2013
S.V.Janani from Cuddalore, Tamil Nadu, India is doing UG
degree (English Literature) in Krishnasamy college of
science, arts and management for women, Cuddalore. As
a student of Literature, she loves poetries and poems.
Her passion on Literature made her to write poems.
She blogs at WWW.JANESARA.BLOGSPOT.IN.
S.V.Janani
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Mar 2013
PAST,PRESENT AND FUTURE
An Angel gifts
a magical wings to me,
which takes me
to the past in present,
My past
is full of passion
and poison,
I came across
want and haunt,
I came across
flight and plight,
I came across
twist and worst,
It's namby- pamby.
I depart from past,
everything manifest
before me,
I stumble and feel
humble,
to look back my past........
In hurly-burly
present,
my blithe
mind,
wanders everywhere,
mystifies my life,
I fly with my
magical wings and
swing in sky......
to foresee my
vociferous and
victorious
future,
Almighty
take away
falsity and present
a pretty life to live
with indemnity....!!!!!!
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Mar 2013
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Prof.Ganapathy
Subramanian
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Mar 2013
Portrait of a Lady
She is so slim that slimness shrugged its
Shoulders and felt shy.
She is so delicate that very delicacy
Decidedly uneasy
Took a day off defeated, defied.
She is so charming
That very charm chose to chide
Itself as Chimera
She is so subtle that subtlety itself
Submitted, surrendered.
She is so elegant that very elegance,
Edge out, enervated,
Elected to stay out of the race.
She is so intelligent that
Very intelligence
In an inebriated mood felt inept.
She is so soft-spoken that she
Stole the show over
Very softness.
She is so serene that serenity
Sedately sauntered out.
She is so sensible that
Very sensibility stood staring
She is so refined that
Very refinement relinquished
Its throne, resigned itself to rest.
She is so fair that fairness fared
Far from its Fame.
She is so fascinating that fascination
Felt finicky and forlorn.
She is so sweet that sweetness
Surreptitiously slide away.
She is so attractive that very
Attractiveness abjured its abode.
She is so beautiful that beauty
Beat a retreat, beaten
and battered.
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Mar 2013
A poet and teacher,Sangnam Nam was born in
South Korea and attended Kyunghee University,
University of Northern Colorado and briefly State
University of New York at Albany. Her first poem was
written when she was 15 a long prose poem but she
didn't know she was a poet until she went to America
and had encounters with poets on the road.Her poem
was first published when she was 8 in her second-grade
year though.Sangnam Nam taught at
Rangeview High Shchool in Aurora, Colorado, Lynn
Middle School and Sunrise Elementary School in Las
Cruces,New Mexico, USA and recently at Catholic Sangji
College in Andong, South Korea
Sangnam Nam's Published Books:
Firefly (2009)
Voices for Peace (2012)
ISBN9781300391944
Translated by,
Sangnam
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Mar 2013
Confession참회록 -
파란 녹이 낀 구리 거울 속에
내 얼굴이 남아 있는 것은
어느 왕조(王朝) 의 유물(遺物) 이기에
이다지도 욕될까.
O what shame it is
to see my face still intact
in this rusted-green bronze mirror
What dynasty's heritage this is,
I wonder!
나는 나의 참회(懺悔) 의 글을 한 줄에 줄이자.
― 만 이십 사년(滿 二十 四年일 개월(一個月) 을
무슨 기쁨을 바라 살아 왔던가.
Let me sum up this record of my confession
-24 years and one month of my life
for what joy have I lived?
내일이나 모레나 그 어느 즐거운 날에
나는 또 한 줄의 참회록(懺悔錄) 을 써야 한다.
― 그때 그 젊은 나이에
왜 그런 부끄런 고백을 했던가.
Tomorrow or the day after one of these days
I might have to write another line of confession...
Why did I have to write such a shameful confession
at that young age?
밤이면 밤마다 나의 거울을
손바닥으로 발바닥으로 닦아 보자.
Let me wipe the mirror night after night
with my palm and sole.
그러면 어느 운석(隕石) 밑으로 홀로 걸어가는
슬픈 사람의 뒷모양이
거울 속에 나타나온다.
Then I see a lone sad figure
walking alone under a meteorite
in this mirror
< 시집, ‘하늘과 바람과 별과 시' (1948)
- Yun Dong-Ju (1917-1945)