"Oddjob, a Bull Terrier" ~ Derek Walcott You prepare for one sorrow, but another comes. It is not like the weather, you cannot brace yourself, the unreadiness is all. Your companion, the woman, the friend next to you, the child at your side, and the dog, we tremble for them, we look seaward and muse it will rain. We shall get ready for rain; you do not connect the sunlight altering the darkening oleanders in the sea-garden, the gold going out of the palms. You do not connect this, the fleck of the drizzle on your flesh, with the dog's whimper, the thunder doesn't frighten, the readiness is all; what follows at your feet is trying to tell you the silence is all: it is deeper than the readiness, it is sea-deep, earth-deep, love-deep. The silence is stronger than thunder, we are stricken dumb and deep as the animals who never utter love as we do, except it becomes unutterable and must be said, in a whimper, in tears, in the drizzle that comes to our eyes not uttering the loved thing's name, the silence of the dead, the silence of the deepest buried love is the one silence, and whether we bear it for beast, for child, for woman, or friend, it is the one love, it is the same, and it is blest deepest by loss it is blest, it is blest. -- 最近在作這首詩的報告 結果讀著讀著居然把這首詩全部背起來了 覺得寫的蠻有感覺的 與大家分享之 -- "In a murderous time, the heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking." --

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