0002吾輩は名無しである2012/10/19(金) 08:26:02.57 おお、俺はずっと自分でスレを建てようとしても、この一年くらい 「立たなかった」んだけど、今日、奇跡的に立ったぞお。 Edgar Allan Poe とか Lord Byron とか Wordsworth とか、 あるいは Charles Bukowsky とか、ともかくいろんな詩人が書いた 英語の詩について語りたい。他の言語の詩を排除はしたくないんだけど、 一応は英語の詩に限っておくね。
MARK but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is ; It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be. Thou know'st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ; Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ; And this, alas ! is more than we would do. 0011三浦 ◆aKZjWmIOl2 2012/10/19(金) 14:39:10.51 THE FLEAの続き(2/3)
O stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, yea, more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is. Though parents grudge, and you, we're met, And cloister'd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. 0012三浦 ◆aKZjWmIOl2 2012/10/19(金) 14:40:45.37 THE FLEAの続きの最後(3/3)
Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee? Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now. 'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ; Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me, Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.
ダンの凄さは人が思いつかないような具体的イメージや抽象的イメージを結びつけて見せたことにある。 それがメタフィジカルコンシート(metaphysical conceit)って技法って呼ばれてて、 そこから形而上学詩人のパイオニアとかって呼ばれてるんだけどどうでしょう。 0014吾輩は名無しである2012/10/19(金) 16:04:07.37 John Donne って、すごく面白い人なんだね。16世紀という大昔のイギリスに、こんなにまで現代的感覚を持った面白い詩人がいたなんて、 不思議だ。いっぺんにファンになっちゃった。この The Flea という詩の和訳と解説をしてるサイトがあるね。 http://poetry.hix05.com/Donne/donne01.flea.html
We are a sign, meaningless We are painless and have almost Forgotten speech in exile. But if there is strife in heaven over mankind And the moon travels in force, so the sea Will speak and the rivers must Find their way. Undoubtedly, though, There is one, who Can bring forth change daily. He scarcely needs The law. And it sounds the leaves and rings the oak trees By the glaciers. As not everything is possible for The heavenly ones. That is, mortals almost Reach into the abyss. Thus it turns, the echo, With them. Time is Long, but the truth Will come to pass.