しまむらは、文部科学省脳科学人体実験による窃盗、殺人、不正アクセス、家屋破壊、ストーカー、音声送信に参画。その一人の名前を今日知りました。平田という米子市のしまむらに務める３０代の女です。又、ヤマハに務める加藤２０代後半の女、山陰合同銀行勤務中嶋4０代の女の名前と顔住所を知っています。
XXIII
Our Lady of the Snows
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Out of the sun, out of the blast,
Out of the world, alone I passed
Across the moor and through the wood
To where the monastery stood.
There neither lute nor breathing fife,
Nor rumour of the world of life,
Nor confidences low and dear,
Shall strike the meditative ear.
Aloof, unhelpful, and unkind,
The prisoners of the iron mind,
Where nothing speaks except the bell
The unfraternal brothers dwell.
日向から離れて、楽しい出来事から離れて
この世の冖切から離れて、―人っ切りで僕は過ごした
荒れ地を横切り、森を抜け
僧院が立つ所へ
そこにはリュ―トゥも、囁き掛ける橫笛もない
ましてや人の世の噂もなく
瞑想にふける耳を打つ
低く切実な打ち明け話もなく
22:45 2016/04/05火
冷淡、素気無く、冷酷で、
鉄のような心の囚人、
そこでは、鐘以外何一つ話しかける者もない。
親しく交わる事のない兄弟達が住まう。
21:02 2016/04/06水
Poor passionate men, still clothed afresh
With agonising folds of flesh;
Whom the clear eyes solicit still
To some bold output of the will,
While fairy Fancy far before
And musing Memory-Hold-the-door
Now to heroic death invite
And now uncurtain fresh delight:
O, little boots it thus to dwell
On the remote unneighboured hill!
O to be up and doing, O
Unfearing and unshamed to go
In all the uproar and the press
About my human business!
My undissuaded heart I hear
Whisper courage in my ear.
With voiceless calls, the ancient earth
Summons me to daily birth.
Thou, O my love, ye, O my friends --
The gist of life, the end of ends --
To laugh, to love, to live, to die,
Ye call me by the ear and eye!
Forth from the casemate, on the plain
Where honour has the world to gain,
Pour forth and bravely do your part,
O knights of the unshielded heart!
Forth and forever forward! -- out
From prudent turret and redoubt,
And in the mellay charge amain,
To fall but yet to rise again!
Captive? ah, still, to honour bright,
A captive soldier of the right!
Or free and fighting, good with ill?
Unconquering but unconquered still!
And ye, O breathren, what if God,
When from Heav'n's top he spies abroad,
And sees on this tormented stage
The noble war of mankind rage:
What if his vivifying eye,
O monks, should pass your corner by?
For still the Lord is Lord of might;
In deeds, in deeds, he takes delight;
The plough, the spear, the laden barks,
The field, the founded city, marks;
He marks the smiler of the streets,
The singer upon garden seats;
He sees the climber in the rocks;
To him, the shepherd folds his flocks.
For those he loves that underprop
With daily virtues Heaven's top,
And bear the falling sky with ease,
Unfrowning caryatides.
Those he approves that ply the trade.
That rock the child, that wed the maid,
That with wak virtues, weaker hands,
Sow gladness on the peopled lands,
And still with laughter, song and shout,
Spin the great wheel of earth about.
But ye? -- O ye who linger still
Here in your fortress on the hill.
With placid face, with tranquil breath,
The unsought volunteers of death,
Our cheerful General on high
With careless looks may pass you by.
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