詩を語り合おうぜ！！！！！２

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2012/05/02(水) 21:42:33.98

前スレ「現代詩を語ろうぜ！！！！！」
http://toro.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/book/1329500264/

広く、詩・言語芸術について、みんなで、
語り合おうぜ！！！！！
えい！
えい！
おー！！！！！

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/01(水) 15:07:05.08

書というと、いかにも古典芸術偏重のようなのだが、
あるしゅの精神病者の症状で、
言語新作とともに、文字新作というのがあるだろう。
有名なところでは、漱石などにも、そいういう症状がときどきでた、と読んだことがある。
こういうことは、美術的でもあるが、詩の「本質」とのかかわりも深いだろう。
こうしたものも、やはり「翻訳」不可能ではないか。

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/01(水) 16:08:05.08

そういうのは翻訳と関係なく書体や組み方を変えるだけでも変わるんじゃないの

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/01(水) 19:04:09.80

>>376
いっそ映画化したら新たな映像や音楽も付くよね

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/01(水) 21:40:03.54

原型にこだわる人って、地方出身の詩人が自作を朗読するときに訛ってたら
自分も訛ったイントネーションでその詩を読むようにするんだろうか？

**ムー大陸** ◆POG0Nh1MOnGz · 2014/10/01(水) 22:15:44.30

まあ思潮社から出てるマラルメの「骰子一擲」の翻訳なんて
どう考えてもムチャなんだけど感動するもんなー

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/04(土) 01:41:59.67

漱石や太宰だって漫画で読破すりゃ原文なんか読む必要ないってご時世だぜ
詩の翻訳ごときでいちいち目くじら立てなさんな

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/04(土) 06:57:01.55

それは全然違うだろ、頭悪いな

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/10/22(水) 07:28:51.72

　
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**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/11/23(日) 10:55:19.99

『風』……曲名に『風』がつく曲を教えて下さい。（⌒⌒）
http://detail.chiebukuro.yahoo.co.jp/qa/question_detail/q1141356976

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/12/13(土) 14:43:15.91

谷内修三(やち・しゅうそ)の略歴

1953年1月27日、富山県氷見市生まれ。

**マグナ** ◆vI4NRkhGyA · 2014/12/13(土) 17:32:22.48

谷内って何者なんだろうな。

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2014/12/15(月) 13:54:40.18

佐藤雄一ロングインタビュー10,000字
http://weekly-haiku.blogspot.jp/2011/04/10000.html

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/11/01(日) 19:56:45.52

小林, 坩堝, 1990-
でらしね, 2013.10

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/11/23(月) 13:12:05.95

古賀廃品回収所単行本 - 2015/11
古賀忠昭 (著)
出版社: 書肆子午線 (2015/11)

古賀, 忠昭, 1944-2008

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/25(水) 20:22:10.10

シェイクスピアのソネット１

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/26(木) 22:56:46.07

２．
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/11/27(金) 07:24:21.40

芸術に疎い俺が最近知った、薔薇と繋がり深い芸術家といえば、
マルセル・デュシャン、ガートルード・スタイン、ウンベルト・エーコ
らがいる。
だが、薔薇を西洋の芸術家が取り上げたのはそう古い話ではない？

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/11/27(金) 09:26:05.08

まど・みちお先生最強伝説

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/11/27(金) 12:07:17.34

「エミリーに薔薇を」まあ、本文には薔薇はでてこないけれど。
オーギュスト・ルノワール、まあ、日本勧業銀行でおなじみですけれど。
「薔薇の奇跡」まあ、こんなとこでしょうけれど。

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/27(金) 21:04:44.43

>>394まど・みちおは面白いね

３．
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose uneared womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remembered not to be,
Die single and thine image dies with thee.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/29(日) 06:39:08.29

４．
Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable audit canst thou leave?
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th' executor to be.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/30(月) 01:15:17.48

５．
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/11/30(月) 23:38:53.98

６．
Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thy self to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thy self were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair
To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/01(火) 22:03:48.31

７．
Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon
Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/02(水) 19:24:28.80

８．
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/03(木) 21:37:34.69

９．
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye,
That thou consum'st thy self in single life?
Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd'rous shame commits.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/04(金) 22:00:19.93

１０．
For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,
Who for thy self art so unprovident.
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,
But that thou none lov'st is most evident:
For thou art so possessed with murderous hate,
That 'gainst thy self thou stick'st not to conspire,
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:
Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/06(日) 12:26:28.26

１１．
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase;
Without this folly, age, and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look whom she best endowed, she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/07(月) 21:22:21.30

１２．
When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/08(火) 19:25:42.96

１３．
O! that you were your self; but, love, you are
No longer yours, than you your self here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give:
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination; then you were
Yourself again, after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O! none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know,
You had a father: let your son say so.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/09(水) 19:25:24.32

１４．
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have Astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert;
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.

**林芙美子** · 2015/12/09(水) 20:50:46.15

わたしはこの世の中に
何をしに生れて来たのだらう
わたしはわたしの唄を
随分響たかくうたつたけれど
その響は濁つてゐて
寥しい音色だった。

無数の朝と正午
そして楽しいはずの夜々が
陽にやけた陽おゝひのやうに
全く倦みつかれてそのまゝだ。

**林芙美子** · 2015/12/09(水) 20:51:16.79

礼節とはいやな吐気のしさうなものだつた
学校は嘘を教へる処だつたし
世の中は飢ゑてゐる人間ばかりだつた
美しい女は惨酷なほどきたなかつた。

安息日の日曜日は
たゞ湿つた砂を乾かす日にすぎない
鶏舎のなかの糞を干す日にすぎない
雷火のやうな心は
この世の中には何もなかつた。

さうして国々は殷盛をきそひ
蝸牛を煮て食ふのだ
わたしは何のために生れて来たのだらう。

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/12/10(木) 08:53:35.07

独りよがりな連投してる奴いるけど気持ち悪いんだが

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/11(金) 00:00:03.62

＞＞４０８、４０９
林芙美子、なつかしいな～
といっても放浪記しか読んだことないな

＞＞４１０
もしかしてあたしのこと？
そうだったら許してね

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/11(金) 00:01:22.42

１５．
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/11(金) 23:04:53.64

１６．
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessed than my barren rhyme?
Now stand you on the top of happy hours,
And many maiden gardens, yet unset,
With virtuous wish would bear you living flowers,
Much liker than your painted counterfeit:
So should the lines of life that life repair,
Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen,
Neither in inward worth nor outward fair,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
To give away yourself, keeps yourself still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/12(土) 09:10:29.47

１７．
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.'
So should my papers, yellowed with their age,
Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/12(土) 17:33:29.12

１８．
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/13(日) 22:19:53.39

１９．
Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course untainted do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.

**Fernando** · 2015/12/14(月) 18:20:35.46

このガラス製のミツバチの巣箱では
蜂の動きが時計の歯車のようによく見える
巣の中での蜂たちの活動は　絶え間なく　神秘的だ
乳母役の蜂は　蜂児房で一心不乱に働いて
他の働き蜂は　生きた梯子のようだ
女王蜂は　らせん飛行
間断なく　様々に動き回る蜂の群れの
報われる事のない苛酷な努力　熱気で圧倒しそうな往来
房室を出れば　眠りはない
幼虫を待つのは労働のみ
唯一の休息たる死も　この巣から遠く離れねば得られない
この様子を見た人は驚き　ふと　目をそらした
その目には　悲しみと恐怖があった

**名無しさん＠そうだ選挙に行こう** · 2015/12/14(月) 18:30:42.06

罧原堤の蜜蜂の描写は凄かった。
あれには参った。

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/14(月) 19:52:37.03

＞＞４１７
これはいい映画だね

＞＞４１８
これは見たことない

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/14(月) 19:53:43.44

２０．
A woman's face with nature's own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master mistress of my passion;
A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women's fashion:
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick'd thee out for women's pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love's use their treasure.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/15(火) 22:36:04.66

２１．
So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
O! let me, true in love, but truly write,
And then believe me, my love is as fair
As any mother's child, though not so bright
As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:
Let them say more that like of hearsay well;
I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

**JMGLC** · 2015/12/16(水) 15:52:51.22

知性、そんなものに興味はない。知識、そんなものでは充分ではない。探しているのは、求めているのは、別のものだ。いつでもぼくは、人々の瞳の奥にあの炎が、煌々と燃えあがってまわりを燦然と照らすあの力が宿っていないかうかがっている。
（…）
人間には、自らの内に宿り生命の内部で輝いているこの光を超える美を備えることはできはしない。
ぼくが探しているのは、ぼくが求めているのは、この炎だ。その炎を捉えたり、理解したりはしたくない。何からできているのかなんて知りたくもない。揺らめきながらもあかあかと燃えるその炎を見ていたいだけだ、どんな言葉よりも心に染み入る心地よい炎を。

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/16(水) 22:59:49.49

２２．
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:
How can I then be elder than thou art?
O! therefore, love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gav'st me thine not to give back again.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/17(木) 23:24:34.78

２３．
As an unperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.
O! let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

**F.Van GOGH** · 2015/12/18(金) 13:10:54.19

かたちには始まりもなければ終わりもない
そのことが生き生きとした調和をつくりあげる

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/21(月) 20:52:17.32

２４．
Mine eye hath played the painter and hath steeled,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective that is best painter's art.
For through the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image pictured lies,
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes.
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.

AA · 2015/12/22(火) 19:27:11.26

私は、私の手足や、私の心臓や、胃など、
その結び目が、私を生の腐敗と結びつけているものを通して、人間なのである。

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2015/12/22(火) 20:03:11.59

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　キューブリック監督『　アポロ１３の月面着陸は私が撮った（泣）　』・・・ＯＴＬ

　K：私は大きな犯罪をアメリカの公共に対して犯したのです。詳しく言えば、合衆国政府やNASAも関与しています。
　　　　　月面着陸は嘘だったのです。月面着陸の全てはインチキです。そして私は、それを撮影したのです。
　　　　　　　　　　　K：ニクソン大統領が望んだ…彼らが計画し…彼が月面着陸詐欺をしようとした…
　　　　　　　K：これについては、陰謀論者の方が正しかったのだ。そしてそれが、私の最高傑作だと思う
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxXZRzDmZFA&;feature=youtu.be

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ロシア首相メドヴェージェフ
　　　　　　　　　　『宇宙人はすでに来ています』『世界が地球外生命体の実在の真相を知る時がきた』
　　　　　　　『もしアメリカ合衆国が公式に認めないならば、クレムリンは独自に情報公開する予定です。』
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAE5665i3lQ

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　★　★

　　　　　　NASAは、UFOに対して長年取ってきた態度のために、無用な組織とされることを恐れています。　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　マイトレーヤが公に現れるにつれて、UFOが姿を表すでしょう。

世界平和の脅威は、イスラエル、イラン、アメリカです。イスラエルの役割は跪いて、パレスチナに許しを請うことです。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　アメリカによる他国の虐待に反対の声を上げなければなりません。

　　　　彼らは今世紀（21世紀）をこの帝国が出来上がるアメリカの世紀と呼ぶ。しかし、そうはならないだろう。
　　彼らが世界中に‘民主的’制度を確立したいという衝動をコントロールするのは、マイトレーヤの任務である。　

　Q 経済崩壊が2015年の終わりから始まり、テレパシー世界演説が2017年の初めなら、2016年に大戦でしょうか。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　A 第三次世界大戦は起こりません。単に困難な時期になるでしょう。

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/22(火) 23:26:58.81

２５．
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.

**B.Enigmatique** · 2015/12/24(木) 11:18:06.67

Ca ne previent pas quand ca arrive
Ca vient de loin
Ca c'est promene de rive en rive
La gueule en coin
Et puis un matin, au reveil
C'est presque rien
Mais c'est la, ca vous ensommeille
Au creux des reins

Le mal de vivre

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/24(木) 19:47:59.01

２６．
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tottered loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/25(金) 22:25:14.87

２７．
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

**AKWT** · 2015/12/26(土) 16:08:45.47

野に
剥きだしの光があふれ
雲は　雲につづいて浮き
なにも教えてくれない
いま見えないものについて
嘆き
それに囲まれているせいで
歩いてもいけるのだろうか

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/26(土) 21:09:50.63

２８．
How can I then return in happy plight,
That am debarred the benefit of rest?
When day's oppression is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppressed,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer,
And night doth nightly make grief's length seem stronger.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/27(日) 09:35:07.40

２９．
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

SY · 2015/12/28(月) 22:33:14.69

わたしが　あなたとつり合はうとするのは
あなたといふ外部との関係を確かめるためではない
あなたは　わたしの外部への窓口
わたしに代る特定の内部
わたしを顕はす特定の外部
わたしと世界との関係を確かめるためのわたし

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/29(火) 22:09:24.79

３０．
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/30(水) 22:49:47.22

３１．
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/31(木) 09:52:06.60

３２．
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.

SY · 2016/01/01(金) 01:46:34.58

咲くことは　散ること
生きることは　拒むこと　咲かないこと
重すぎてじぶんがもてない
愛することは　こはすこと

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/02(土) 02:22:28.45

３３．
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/03(日) 07:29:33.22

３４．
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/04(月) 18:57:42.11

３５．
No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/04(月) 20:10:56.34

444

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/06(水) 19:35:18.39

３６．
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

MN · 2016/01/07(木) 09:29:32.99

朝は夢で明ける
夢の私は醜く人にすがっていたようだ
忘れても夢の中では何も忘れない
そして知らない人の尿の匂い

MN · 2016/01/07(木) 10:05:00.09

許してほしい
一番良いものをあげようとしたけれど
それのありかを私は探せない

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/07(木) 19:46:51.94

３７．
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/08(金) 19:32:22.61

３８．
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:10:01.39

３９．
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:15:06.86

Twitterで詩人を目指してる面白い人みつけた
https://twitter.com/longtonelongton

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:15:59.20

本人のステマじゃないからね（笑）

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/15(金) 23:14:50.00

４０．
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/16(土) 19:51:26.87

４１．
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/18(月) 22:38:43.49

４２．
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/19(火) 20:27:05.56

４３．
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/20(水) 19:09:35.60

４４．
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/21(木) 19:31:13.90

４５．
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/23(土) 01:27:19.64

４６．
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/24(日) 01:09:58.04

４７．
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/25(月) 19:09:53.02

あなたの魅力はね
あなたのおもってるようなものじゃない
それをよく知らないのは
あなたの経験値の低さを物語ってる

あなたが無駄口叩くとき
あなたはそれをよく知らない
関係がなければ言葉には何の力もない
あなた自身にとってでさえ

あなた自身が話すのを
聴けたらなとおもってた
だけどこだまの声が充満して
あなたの声も澄むことがない

声だけ欲しがることが罪なのは
わたしたちが体を持ってるからで
声が体を持ってるからだ
でももういらない

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/25(月) 19:45:17.50

４８．
How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/26(火) 19:56:46.52

４９．
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/27(水) 21:43:57.27

５０．
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/28(木) 19:07:13.07

５１．
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O! what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace.
Therefore desire, (of perfect'st love being made)
Shall neigh, no dull flesh, in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade-
Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/29(金) 22:06:49.06

５２．
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in the long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
To make some special instant special-blest,
By new unfolding his imprisoned pride.
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had, to triumph, being lacked, to hope.

**吉原幸子** · 2016/01/30(土) 10:32:06.31

飢えることが
わたしの背負ってきた　罪だ
固い　灰いろのビルのなかに
何故　こんなにも　足りないのか

飢えることが
わたしの受けとった　罰だ
求めることは　罰せられねばならない
こんなに足りないものを　求めることは

わるいことに　わたしは
満腹がきらひなのだ
それに　何を食べても　中毒する

それでも　わたしは　食べたがる
わたしであり　わたしでないもの
秋を　愛を　光る飛行機を
窓ガラスのそとに　満ち干する　時を

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/31(日) 00:48:27.87

５３．
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/31(日) 12:20:58.07

５４．
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/02/01(月) 12:31:06.73

あなたは40代ロサンゼルス府警工場作りですか？ドーハの悲劇「横浜衝撃イヤフォン」「横浜悪夢イヤフォン」ですか？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/01(月) 21:11:46.67

５５．
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/02(火) 21:28:14.73

５６．
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/02/03(水) 13:36:15.35

あなたに惹かれる自由は持っていたけれど
あなたを愛する自由は持っていない
それを目配せするのを怠った
あなたを通り過ぎることができなかった
それを黙していることもできなかった
あなたがもし目の前にいたら
その重みを懼れて無防備ではいなかっただろうに
その孤独に爛れて無手法になってしまった

手の届かぬのをよいことに――

　　むなしさ。
　　恋愛の原因と結果。
　（Blaise Pascal）

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/03(水) 20:56:56.35

５７．
Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/04(木) 19:16:27.36

５８．
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/05(金) 21:52:23.87

５９．
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
Oh that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
Oh sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.