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. 어제 도서관 라운지 서가의 한 시선집에서 Richard Wilbur의 시 두 편을 읽었다. Boy at the Window Seeing the snowman standing all aloneIn dusk and cold is more than he can bear.The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepareA night of gnashings and enormous moan.His tearful sight can hardly reach to whereThe pale-faced figure with bitumen eyesReturns him such a god-forsaken stareAs outcast Adam gave to Paradise. The man of ..

. Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart 에서 (12) J. V. Cunningham was a poet and scholar of scrupulous exactitude. He had a rigorous intelligence, a full command of the classical tradition, and a dry, demanding sense of poetic form. He was committed to what he called "the bare plain style," poetry freed from ornamentation, and prized clarity as well as brevity. Montana Fifty Years AgoBy J...

. Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart 에서 (11) Wisława Szymborska was a canny ironist and rapturous skeptic, a philosophically oriented writer who raised universal questions nonchalantly, with an offhand charm. She looked at the world with the eye of a disabused lover, and her poems -- wise, funny, personal -- carry the string of long experience. Like her Polish contemporaries Zbigniew H..

. A SongBy Joseph Brodsky I wish you were here, dearI wish you were here.I wish you sat on the sofaand I sat near.The handkerchief coud be yours,the tear could be mine, chin-bound.Though it could be, of course,the other way around. I wish you were here, dearI wish you were here.I wish we were in my car,and you'd shift the gear.We'd find ourselves elsewhere,on an unknown shore.Or we'd repairto ..

. FatherBy Ted Kooser May 19, 1999 Today you would be ninety-sevenif you had lived, and we would all bemiserable, you and your children,driving from clinic to clinic,an ancient, fearfu, hypochondriacand his fretful son and daughter,asking directions, trying to readthe complicated, fading map of cures.But with your dignity intactyou have been gone for twenty years,and I am glad for all of us, alt..

. Nothing Gold Can StayBy Robert Frost Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf,So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day,Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost

. Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart 에서 (10) Many of Miłosz's friends and fellow poets died during the Nazi occupation, especially the Warsaw Uprising. an extensive though ultimately unsuccessful attepmt waged by the Polish underground resistance to liberate Warsaw from the Germans in the summer of 1944. All his early war and post-war poems are haunted by survivor's guilt. Cafe (첫째 연과 ..

. The Uses of SorrowBy Mary Oliver (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift.

. Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart 에서 (9) The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved;Cold, yet had heat within me that was proofAgainst the North wind; tired, yet so that restHad seemed the sweetest thing under a roof. Then at the inn I had food, fire, and rest,Knowing how hungry, cold, and tired was I.All of the night was quite barred out exceptAn owl's cry, a most melanc..

. Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart 에서 (8) Halley's Comet Miss Murphy in first gradewrote its name in chalkacross the board and told usit was roaring down the stormtracksof the Milky Way at frightful speedand if it wandered off its courseand smashed into the earththere'd be no school tomorrow.A red-beared preacher fro the hillswith a wild look in his eyesstood in the public squareat t..