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English Poetry - William Blake ウイリアム・ブレイク

William Blake (1757-1827) 

 

イリアム・ブレイク、時代を超えたカリスマ詩人で画家。

 

絵画や日本のアニメにも深い影響を与え、

その言葉は、詩の世界だけではなく、遠藤周作などの作家、

そしてパンク・ロックからハードメタルバンドにまで影響を与えたよ。

 

その世界の一部だけでものぞいてみよう。

 

あの若き日の Angelina Jolie の大ヒット映画

Tomb Raider には、冒頭でお城のような館に住む主人公に

死んだはずのお父さんからお手紙が届く。

そこに書いてあるのは、このブレイクのあまりに有名な詩の箇所。

 

無垢の予兆 Auguries of Innocence

 

  To see a World in a grain of sand,
  And a Heaven in a wild flower,
  Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
  And Eternity in an hour.

 

一粒の砂の中にこの全宇宙を見、

そして一輪の野の花に極楽浄土を見るために

おまえの手のひらに無限をしっかとにぎりしめ、

ひとときひとときの時間の中に永遠をつかみとりなさい。

 

人生の本当の宝さがしは、

ここから始まるのかもしれないね。

 

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① The Tyger

 

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 
In the forests of the night; 
What immortal hand or eye, 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
In what distant deeps or skies. 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
 
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
 
What the hammer? what the chain, 
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp, 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp! 
 
When the stars threw down their spears 
And water'd heaven with their tears: 
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
 
Tyger Tyger burning bright, 
In the forests of the night: 
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
 


 

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② The Lamb

 

Little Lamb who made thee 
         Dost thou know who made thee 
Gave thee life & bid thee feed. 
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice! 
         Little Lamb who made thee 
         Dost thou know who made thee 
 
         Little Lamb I'll tell thee,
         Little Lamb I'll tell thee!
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb: 
He is meek & he is mild, 
He became a little child: 
I a child & thou a lamb, 
We are called by his name.
         Little Lamb God bless thee. 
         Little Lamb God bless thee.
 
 

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③ The Chimney Sweeper
 
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
 
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
 
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;
 
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
 
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
 
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
 

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