Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

Caged Bird

Caged Bird

By Maya Angelou 1928–2014Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind  

and floats downstream  

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and  

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings  

with a fearful trill  

of things unknown   

but longed for still   

and his tune is heard   

on the distant hill   

for the caged bird  

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams   

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream  

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied  

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings  

with a fearful trill  

of things unknown  

but longed for still  

and his tune is heard  

on the distant hill  

for the caged bird  

sings of freedom.A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.

새장의 새/ 마야 안젤루

한 자유로운 새가 날아오른다

바람의 등에 실려

풍향이 끝나는 곳까지

흘러내려본다

오렌지 태양 광선 속으로

그의 날개를 적셔보고

감히 하늘에 도전한다.

그러나 좁은 새장 아래로

조심스레 움직이는 한 새는

분노의 철장 사이로

거의 아무 것도 볼 수 없네

그의 날개는 잘려지고

그의 발은 묶여있어

그는 그의 목청을 열어 노래하네.

새장에 갇힌 새는 노래하네

두려움에 찬 고음으로

알 수 없는

하지만 여전히 갈망하는 그 무엇을

먼 언덕에까지

들리는 그의 소리

그 갇힌 새는

자유를 노래하고 있으니까.

자유로운 새는 또 다른 미풍을

적도를 향해 불어오는 부드러운 바람을

새벽 밝은 잔디밭에 기다리고 있는 살찐
벌레를

생각하며, 그는 하늘을 자신이라 부른다.

그러나 갇힌 새는 꿈들의 무덤에 서서

그의 그림자는 악몽의 비명에 소리 질르며

그의 날개는 잘리고 발은 묶여

그는 그의 목청을 열어 노래하네.

 새장에 갇힌 새는 노래하네

두려움에 찬 고음으로

알 수 없는

하지만 여전히 갈망하는 그 무엇을

먼 언덕에까지

들리는 그의 소리

그 갇힌 새는

자유를 노래하고 있으니까.

직선과 원 / 김기택


옆집에 개가 생김

말뚝에 매여 있음

개와 말뚝 사이 언제나 팽팽함

한껏 당겨진 활처럼 휘어진 등뼈와

굵고 뭉툭한 뿌리 하나로만 버티는 말뚝

그 사이의 거리 완강하고 고요함

개 울음에 등뼈와 말뚝이 밤새도록 울림

밤마다 그 울음에 내 잠과 악몽이 관통당함

날이 밝아도 개와 말뚝 사이 조금도 좁혀지지 않음



직선 :

등뼈와 말뚝 사이를 잇는 최단거리

온몸으로 말뚝을 잡아당기는 발버둥과

대지처럼 미동도 않는 말뚝 사이에서

조금도 늘어나거나 줄어들지 않는 고요한 거리

원 :

말뚝과 등거리에 있는 무수한 등뼈들의 궤적

말뚝을 정점으로 좌우 위아래로 요동치는 등뼈

아무리 격렬하게 흔들려도 오차 없는 등거리

격렬할수록 완벽한 원주의 곡선

개와 말뚝 사이의 거리와 시간이

이제는 철사처럼 굳어져 더 이상 움직이지 않음

오늘 주인이 처음 개와 말뚝 사이를 끊어놓음

말뚝 없는 등뼈 어쩔 줄 모름

제자리에서 껑충껑충 뛰기도 하고 달리기도 함

굽어진 등뼈 펴지지 않음

개와 말뚝 사이 아무것도 없는데

등뼈, 굽어진 채 뛰고 꺾인 채 달림

말뚝에서 제법 먼 곳까지 뛰쳐나갔으나 곧 되돌아옴

말뚝 주위를 맴돌기만 함

개와 말뚝 사이 여전히 팽팽함

A Straight line and a
Circle/ Kim, Ki Taek

A dog next door

Tied to a log

There’s always tension between the
dog and the log

His spine curved like a stretched
arrow;

Thick and sturdy log strongly rooted
in the ground

Their distance is filled with
stubborn silence.

The dog’s howl trembling his spine
and the stake all night

Every night my sleep and nightmare is
pierced by his wailing

The distance between the dog and the
log is still straight even after the sun rises

Straight line:

The shortest distance connecting his
spine and the log

Between his struggle pulling the log
with all his strength

And the log without budging at all
like the solid ground

The silent space not moving at all
closer nor further

Circle:

Trajectory of the numerous spines
equidistant from the log

Centered at the log, his spines
fluctuating left and right, up and down

However hard he shifts, the
equidistance is same without an error

The more violent his move is, the
more perfect circle it makes

The space and the time between the
dog and the log

No longer moves as if it is stiffened
like a wire

Today, for the first time, the owner
cut the line between the dog and the log

His spines free from the
log not knowing what to do

Jumping or running on the
same spot

His curved spines still
not straightened

Despite no obstacles
between the dog and the log

He still runs with his
spines curved

He comes back to the log
after running away a far

He just coils around the
log

The space between the dog
and the log is still filled with tension.