作者skyhawk (地球上准备吃月饼)
看板poetry
标题Carrion Comfort
时间Mon Oct 1 23:10:33 2001
(Carrion Comfort)
NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Not untwist -- slack they may be -- these last strands of man
In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me
Thy wring-world right foot rock? lay a lionlimb against me? scan
With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones? and fan,
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Why? That my chaff might fly; my grain lie, sheer and clear.
Nay in all that toil, that coil, since (seems) I kissed the rod,
Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, cheer.
Cheer whom though? the hero whose heaven-handling flung me, foot trod
Me? or me that fought him? O which one? is it each one? That night, that year
Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
p.s. 这首诗是我的好友 .. Kielo 最喜欢的诗之一
呵 .. 她是我认识的所有人中 英文最强的人了 ^^
所以 .. 既然是她介绍的 .. 读读看吧 ..
p.p.s. Hopkins 这个人思想也蛮有趣的 .. 有兴趣的人可以找找看
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