๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์•„์ฃผ ์กฐ๊ทธ๋งŒํ•œ Tmi์ž„.ย 


๋ญ ์Šคํ‹ฐ๋ธ์Šค ๊ด€๋ จ ์ •๋ณด๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋ดค๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋Œ€์ถฉ์€ ์•Œ๊ฒ ์ง€๋งŒ ์Šคํ‹ฐ๋ธ์Šค์˜ ์ฒซ ์‹œ์ง‘์ธ ํ•˜๋ชจ๋‹ˆ์—„์€ 1500๋ถ€๋ฅผ ์ฐ์—ˆ๊ณ  ๊ฑฐ์˜ย ํŒ”๋ฆฌ์ง€ ์•Š์Œ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๊ณ  ์žฌํŒ์„ ํ•  ๋•Œ ์ถœํŒ์‚ฌ๊ฐ€...


Knopf wrote to Stevens in the spring of 1930, asking him if he would like to add new poems to Harmonium when it was reprinted. Stevens responded on October 16, 1930, with a list of 14 poems and specified that they be inserted into the collection after "Nomad Exquisite" (page 77.1-15 in this volume) and before "Tea" (p. 77.1624). He also requested that three poems from the 1923 edition, "The Silver Plough-Boy," "Exposition of the Contents of a Cab," and "Architecture," be omitted from the new edition. The second edition of Harmonium, which incorporated these changes, was published by Alfred A. Knopf on July 24, 1931. The present volume places the 14 poems that were added to Harmonium in a separate section, arranged. in the order in which they appeared in the 1931 edition; the texts printed here are taken from that edition.


๋‚ด์šฉ์„ ์ถ•์•ฝํ•˜์ž๋ฉด ์žฌํŒ์„ ํ• ๊ฑด๋ฐ ์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ์‹œ๋ฅผ ์ถ”๊ฐ€ํ•  ์ƒ๊ฐ ์žˆ๋ƒ๊ณ  ๋ฌผ์–ด๋ดค์Œ.ย ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์Šคํ‹ฐ๋ธ์Šค๋Š” 14๊ฐœ์˜ ์‹œ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ƒˆ๋Š”๋ฐ, ์ ˆ๋ฌ˜ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ๋ž‘์ž์™€ ์ฐจ ์‚ฌ์ด์— ๋„ฃ์–ด๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ์š”์ •ํ–ˆ๊ณ  ์‹œ 3ํŽธ์€ ๋นผ๋‹ฌ๋ผ๊ณ  ์š”์ฒญ. ๊ตญ๋‚ด ์—ญ๋ณธ์—๋Š” 14๊ฐœ์˜ ์‹œ๋Š” ์ ˆ๋ฌ˜ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ๋ž‘์ž์™€ ์ฐจ ์‚ฌ์— ์žˆ๊ณ ,ย 3๊ฐœ์˜ ์‹œ๊ฐ€ ๋น ์ ธ์„œ ๋‚˜์™”์Œ. ๋ฏธํ–‰์ด ์ฐธ๊ณ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ฐํžŒย ๋นˆํ‹ฐ์ง€ ์ถœํŒ์‚ฌ์—์„œ ๋‚˜์˜จ ์‹œ ์ „์ง‘์—์„œ๋Š” ๋น ์ ธ์žˆ์Œ. ์•„์‰ฌ์šฐ๋‹ˆ ๋น ์ง„ ์ž‘ํ’ˆ 3๊ฐœ ์ฒจ๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ฒ ์Œ. ๊ด„ํ˜ธ ์•ˆ์—๋Š” (๋‘ - ์ž‘ํ’ˆ) ์‚ฌ์ด์— ์›๋ž˜ ์žˆ์–ด์•ผ ํ–ˆ๋˜๊ฑฐ. ๋ฒˆ์—ญ์€ ๋ชฌํ•˜๊ฒ ์Œ. ๋ฏธํ–‰์€ ์™œ ํ•ด์„ค์ด ์—†๋ƒ...


(์ˆ˜์ฒœ ๋ช… ์‚ฌ๋‚ด์˜ ์ผํ™” - ๋นˆ์„ผํ‹ด์—๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ”์น˜๋Š” ๋ˆํ˜ธ)


The Silver Plough-Boy


A black Figure dances in a black field.

It seizes a sheet, from the ground, from a bush, as if spread

there by some wash-woman for the night.

It wraps the sheet around its body, until the black figure is

silver

It dances down a furrow, in the early light, back of a crazy

plough, the green blades following.

How soon the river fades in the dust! How soon the blackย 

figure slips from the wrinkled sheet! How softly the

sheet falls to the ground!



(ํ›ˆ์˜ ๊ถ์—์„œ ์ฐจ ๋งˆ์‹œ๋Š” ์‹œ๊ฐ„ - ์—ด ์‹œ์˜ ํ™˜๋ฉธ)


Exposition of the contents of a cab


Victoria Clementia, negress,

Took seven white dogs

To ride in a cab.


Bells of the dog chinked.

Harness of the horses shuffled

Like brazen shells.


Oh-hรฉ-hรฉ! Fragant puppets

By the green lake-pallors,

She too is flesh,


And a breech-cloth might wear,

Netted of topaz and ruby

And savage blooms;


Thridding the squawkiest jungle

In a golden sedan,

White dogs at bay.


What breech-cloth might you wear,

Except linen, embroidered

By elderly women?



(์‚ถ์€ ์›€์ง์ž„ - ๋ฐฉํ–ฅ ๋ฐ”๊พธ๋Š” ๋ฐ”๋žŒ)

ย  ย 

ย  ย  Architecture


I

What manner of building shall we build?ย 

Let us design a chastel de chastetรฉ.ย 

De pensรฉe.ย  .ย  .ย  .ย 

Never cease to deploy the structure.

Keep the laborers shouldering plinths.

Pass the whole of life earing the clink of theย 

Chisels of the stone-cutters cutting the stones.ย 


II

In this house, what manner of utterance shall thereย be?

What heavenly dithyrambย 

And cantilene?

What niggling forms of gargoyle patter?

Of what shall the speech be,ย 

In that splay of marble

And of obedient pillars?


III

And how shall those come vested that comeย there?ย 

Inย theirย ugly reminders?ย 

Or gaudy as tulips?ย 

As they climb the stairs

To the group of Flora Coddling Hecuba?ย 

As they climb the flightsย 

To the closesย 

Overlooking whole seasons?


IV

Let us build the building of light.ย 

Push up the towersย 

To the cock-tops.

These are the pointings of our edifice,ย 

Which, like a gorgeous palm,

Shall tuft the commonplace.

These are the window-sillย 

On which the quiet moonlight lies.


V

How shall we hew the sun,

Split it and make blocks,

To build a ruddy palace?

How carve the violet moonย 

To set in nicks?ย 

Let us fix portals, east and west,ย 

Abhorring green-blue north and blue-green south.ย 

Our chiefest dome a demoiselle of gold.ย 

Pierce the interior with pouring shafts,

In diverse chambers.

Pierce, too, with buttresses of coral airย 

And purple timbers,ย 

Various argentines,ย 

Embossings of the sky.ย 


VI

And, finally, set guardians in the grounds,ย 

Gray, gruesome grumblers.ย 

For no one proud, nor stiff,ย 

No solemn one, nor pale,ย 

No chafferer, may comeย 

To sully the begonias, nor vex

With holy or sublime adoย 

The kremlin of kermess.


VIIย 

Only the lusty and the plenteous

Shall walk

The bronze-filled plazasย 

And the nut-shell esplanades.