「Ode on a Grecian Urn 」 Ｂy John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheardAre sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leaveThy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal?yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shedYour leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! more happy, happy love! For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd, For ever panting, and for ever young; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermoreWill silent be; and not a soul, to tellWhy thou art desolate, can e'er return.O Attic shape! fair attitude! with bredeOf marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woeThan ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,?that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.'"Ode on a Grecian Urn" BY John Keats....................................................ジョン・キーツの詩は、詩全体も美しいのですが、言葉、単語のつらなりが、甘美なイメージのものから成り立っていて、あまい、あまい世界へと私に翼をつけて、連れて行ってくれるものです。その彼の詩をよむとき、私は、ほんのひととき、「天国」にでかけているかのようなのです.....きらきらした宝石を集めるように私は、美しい言葉や、幸せに感じる言葉を集めています。もう、１０年になります。そして、その言葉を、生活の中でたくさん使えたらと....おもっているのです。最後まで読んでくださってありがとうございました。*:・゜:☆'。『Cherchemidiのアドレス帳』*:・゜:☆'。*:・゜:☆'。 design by sa-ku-ra*
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