我就是不会写这种文章啊，大家帮帮我吧~`` (转载)# Translation - 译林
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发信人: LAiam (老虎油), 信区: Poetry
标 题: 我就是不会写这种文章啊，大家帮帮我吧~``
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Wed Jan 11 15:26:38 2012, 美东)
PLEASE READ THE EXCERPT.DISCUSS HOW THE TITLE IS TIED TO THE POEM, AND HOW
THE AUTHOR THINKS OF THE POEM.
Immortality Analysis
In Sleeping Beauty's castle
the clock strikes one hundred years
and the girl in the tower returns to the world.
So do the servants in the kitchen,
who don't even rub their eyes.
The cook's right hand, lifted
an exact century ago,
completes its downward arc
to the kitchen boy's left ear;
the boy's tensed vocal cords
finally let go
the trapped, enduring whimper,
and the fly, arrested mid-plunge
above the strawberry pie
fulfills its abiding mission
and dives into the sweet, red glaze.
As a child I had a book
with a picture of that scene.
I was too young to notice
how fear persists, and how
the anger that causes fear persists,
that its trajectory can't be changed
or broken, only interrupted.
My attention was on the fly:
that this slight body
with its transparent wings
and life-span of one human day
still craved its particular share
of sweetness, a century later.
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发信人: LAiam (老虎油), 信区: Poetry
标 题: 我就是不会写这种文章啊，大家帮帮我吧~``
发信站: BBS 未名空间站 (Wed Jan 11 15:26:38 2012, 美东)
PLEASE READ THE EXCERPT.DISCUSS HOW THE TITLE IS TIED TO THE POEM, AND HOW
THE AUTHOR THINKS OF THE POEM.
Immortality Analysis
In Sleeping Beauty's castle
the clock strikes one hundred years
and the girl in the tower returns to the world.
So do the servants in the kitchen,
who don't even rub their eyes.
The cook's right hand, lifted
an exact century ago,
completes its downward arc
to the kitchen boy's left ear;
the boy's tensed vocal cords
finally let go
the trapped, enduring whimper,
and the fly, arrested mid-plunge
above the strawberry pie
fulfills its abiding mission
and dives into the sweet, red glaze.
As a child I had a book
with a picture of that scene.
I was too young to notice
how fear persists, and how
the anger that causes fear persists,
that its trajectory can't be changed
or broken, only interrupted.
My attention was on the fly:
that this slight body
with its transparent wings
and life-span of one human day
still craved its particular share
of sweetness, a century later.
Sponsor