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07.14.2008
Landscape with Little Figures
Landscape with Little Figures
There were some pines, a canal, a piece of sky.
The pines are the houses now of the very poor,
Huddled together, in a blue, ragged wind.
Children go whistling their dogs, down by the mudflats,
Once the canal. There's a red ball lost in the weeds.
It's winter, it's after supper, it's goodbye.
O goodbye to the houses, the children, the little red ball,
And the piece of sky that will go on falling for days.
Donald Justice
MSN的暱稱,
之前在畫阿金的時候也又提過這首詩...
感謝在大學最後一次的時候上到了TOM的現代詩
我本來就很喜歡詩的,雖然我對於iambic pentameter還是相當苦手(笑)
喜歡詩是因為詩無論如何都比大部分的fiction短的多了XD
因此在用字選詞上面必須要更小心細膩,同時在短短的句子當中表現出情感雨情境
這是他有趣而珍貴的原因...我是這麼認為的。
.然後....
小小的高興一下XD
隻前去看成績的時候發現了這次現代詩Tom居然給我92分@@
好驚訝!!!!別說是Tom平常的給分標準了(<--shakespeare我只有70幾)
就連在英文系的課也不見得能拿到90啊orz....
是上次的短詩寫的太好了嗎!!??(笑)
還是我終於在期末考或是paper出運了啊XD(<--沒有期中考)
還是....
因為要畢業了所以得到bonus point?(笑)
這個可能性最高吧XD
anyway
It's not winter, it's not after supper,
but still it's goodbye.
goodbye to eveyone i met in these four years,
and goodbye to the sky which we once saw together.
the scenes, the sky we saw in nccu will never fall in our minds.
Right?
There were some pines, a canal, a piece of sky.
The pines are the houses now of the very poor,
Huddled together, in a blue, ragged wind.
Children go whistling their dogs, down by the mudflats,
Once the canal. There's a red ball lost in the weeds.
It's winter, it's after supper, it's goodbye.
O goodbye to the houses, the children, the little red ball,
And the piece of sky that will go on falling for days.
Donald Justice
MSN的暱稱,
之前在畫阿金的時候也又提過這首詩...
感謝在大學最後一次的時候上到了TOM的現代詩
我本來就很喜歡詩的,雖然我對於iambic pentameter還是相當苦手(笑)
喜歡詩是因為詩無論如何都比大部分的fiction短的多了XD
因此在用字選詞上面必須要更小心細膩,同時在短短的句子當中表現出情感雨情境
這是他有趣而珍貴的原因...我是這麼認為的。
.然後....
小小的高興一下XD
隻前去看成績的時候發現了這次現代詩Tom居然給我92分@@
好驚訝!!!!別說是Tom平常的給分標準了(<--shakespeare我只有70幾)
就連在英文系的課也不見得能拿到90啊orz....
是上次的短詩寫的太好了嗎!!??(笑)
還是我終於在期末考或是paper出運了啊XD(<--沒有期中考)
還是....
因為要畢業了所以得到bonus point?(笑)
這個可能性最高吧XD
anyway
It's not winter, it's not after supper,
but still it's goodbye.
goodbye to eveyone i met in these four years,
and goodbye to the sky which we once saw together.
the scenes, the sky we saw in nccu will never fall in our minds.
Right?
06.28.2008
They Feed They Lion
They Feed They Lion
Philip Levine
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.
Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,
Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,
Out of the bones' need to sharpen and the muscles' to stretch,
They Lion grow.
Earth is eating trees, fence posts,
Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
"Come home, Come home!" From pig balls,
From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness,
From the furred ear and the full jowl come
The repose of the hung belly, from the purpose
They Lion grow.
From the sweet glues of the trotters
Come the sweet kinks of the fist, from the full flower
Of the hams the thorax of caves,
From "Bow Down" come "Rise Up,"
Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels,
The grained arm that pulls the hands,
They Lion grow.
From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
*-----------------------*
其實不是很有sense的詩...(笑)
不過我很喜歡他唸起來的音韻感...
尤其是最後一段They Feed/ They Lion交錯著那裡
喔不過這首生字好多.... (汗)
還好沒考什麼註釋XD(<--死大學生)
Philip Levine
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.
Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,
Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,
Out of the bones' need to sharpen and the muscles' to stretch,
They Lion grow.
Earth is eating trees, fence posts,
Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
"Come home, Come home!" From pig balls,
From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness,
From the furred ear and the full jowl come
The repose of the hung belly, from the purpose
They Lion grow.
From the sweet glues of the trotters
Come the sweet kinks of the fist, from the full flower
Of the hams the thorax of caves,
From "Bow Down" come "Rise Up,"
Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels,
The grained arm that pulls the hands,
They Lion grow.
From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed,
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.
*-----------------------*
其實不是很有sense的詩...(笑)
不過我很喜歡他唸起來的音韻感...
尤其是最後一段They Feed/ They Lion交錯著那裡
喔不過這首生字好多.... (汗)
還好沒考什麼註釋XD(<--死大學生)
05.01.2008
Insomnia
Insomnia
by Elizabeth Bishop
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
by Elizabeth Bishop
The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well
into that world inverted
where left is always right,
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.
05.01.2008
One Art
One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
04.04.2008
現代詩作業
禮拜二的現代詩要交作業了,
題目是仿造上課所教過的美國詩人...任何一個人的風格作詩,
想當然爾我這種超愛e.e.cummings派的就是選他囉 ˇ
(雖然我真的覺得比起選Wallace Stevens的友D相較之下,我真的是太遜了)(笑)
不過這還是初稿...就是了
這禮拜二上課的時候就聽旁邊的同學D跟同學J(笑)
提到他們的稿早就打好了啊!!!!
而且還已經開始revise了...orz...(<--進度超落後)
所以害我這兩天睡歸睡(炸)
還真是有夠擔心的呢 ˊ3ˋ
不過話說回來...
誰都好...請給我點revise的意見吧O_Ob
真的有人看的懂嗎?