First Love

W. B. Yeats

Though nurtured like the sailing moon
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhile
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore
A heart of flesh and blood.

But since I laid a hand thereon
And found a heart of stone
I have attempted many things
And not a thing is done,
For every hand is lunatic
That travels on the moon.

She smiled and that transfigured me
And left me but a lout,
Maundering here, and maundering there,
Emptier of thought
Than the heavenly circuit of its stars
When the moon sails out.

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아무래도 나는

누구를 사랑한다 하면서도
결국은 이렇듯 나 자신만을 챙겼음을
다시 알았을 때 나는 참 외롭다.
많은 이유로 아프고 괴로워하는 많은 사람들 곁을
몸으로 뿐 아니라 마음으로 비켜가는
나 자신을 다시 발견했을 때,
나는 참 부끄럽다.

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