Jan
10
2015

蟋蟀的抱怨

时差,失眠,hangover,不知哪个更糟糕。如果这三件事同时发生,当然再糟糕不过了。伴随着不愉快的噩梦醒来时,我发现自己才睡了两个小时…

躺在床上看书,读到一首丁尼生的诗。讲的是我前几天说的那个曙光女神的情人,当他老而不死的时候,在幽怨地诉说:

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
Me only cruel immortality
Consumes; I wither slowly in thine arms.
Here at the quiet limit of the world,
A white-hair’d shadow roaming like a dream
The ever-silent spaces of the East,
Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn.

后面还有好长,你们自己点击链接去慢慢看吧。我要试着再睡一会儿。

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