Spring and Death ---------------- I had a dream. A wondrous thing: It seem'd an evening in the Spring; -- A little sickness in the air From too much fragrance everywhere: -- As I walk'd a stilly wood, Sudden, Death before me stood: In a hollow lush and damp, He seem'd a dismal mirky stamp On the flowers that were seen His charnelhouse-grate ribs between, And with coffin-black he barr'd the green. "Death," said I, "what do you here At this Spring season of the year?" "I mark the flowers ere the prime Which I may tell at Autumn-time." Ere I had further question made Death was vanish'd from the glade. Then I saw that he had bound Many trees and flowers round With a subtle web of black, And that such a sable track Lay along the grasses green From the spot where he had been. But the Spring-tide pass'd the same; Summer was as full of flame; Autumn-time no earlier came. And the flowers that he had tied, As I mark'd, not always died Sooner than their mates; and yet Their fall was fuller of regret: It seem'd so hard and dismal thing, Death, to mark them in the Spring. Gerard Manley Hopkins 在捷運上讀的 短短的 不會很難懂 但是覺得寫的很不錯 ^^ -- ╭─╮╭╮ ╭╮╮ ╭╮ │╰╯│╰╮╭╭╮│ │╭─╮╭ ╮│╰╮"At the touch of love everyone ╭╮││ ╯││││ │╭ │││││ ╯ becomes a poet." ╰─╯╰╰╯╰─│╰╯╯╰╰╯╰╰╯╰╰╯ -- Plato ───── ╰─╯ ─────────── http://darkshadows.org/~skyhawk ─ --

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