Sonnet 129 (William Shakespeare)

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简介：2009年，先锋艺术戏剧导演 Robert Wilson和柏林剧团推出了音乐剧《莎士比亚十四行诗》，大部分演员都是反串演出。本视频节选了演员表演第129首诗的部分。（看不到字幕的话可以调一下画面比例）

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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 129

TH’expence of Spirit in a waſte of ſhame
Is luſt in action, and till action, luſt
Is periurd, murdrous, blouddy full of blame,
Sauage, extreame, rude, cruell, not to truſt,
Inioyed no ſooner but diſpiſed ſtraight,
Paſt reaſon hunted, and no ſooner had
Paſt reaſon hated as a ſwollowed bayt,
On purpoſe layd to make the taker mad.
Made In purſut and in poſſeſſion ſo,
Had, hauing, and in queſt, to haue extreame,
A bliſſe in proofe and proud and very wo,
Before a ioy propoſd behind a dreame,
All this the world well knowes yet none knowes well,
To ſhun the heauen that leads men to this hell.

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Sonnet CXXIX

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action: and till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,
Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have extreme;
A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.

"Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth,

William Shakespeare

"Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth,
that are written down old with all the characters of age?
Have you not a moist eye, a dry hand, a yellow cheek, a white beard, a decreasing leg, an increasing belly?
Is not your voice broken, your wind short, your chin double,
your wit single, and every part about you blasted with antiquity, and will you yet call yourself young?
Fie, fie, fie, Sir John!"
--Lord Chief Justice from "The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth" (Act I, Scene II)

大法官：您的身上已經寫滿了老年的字樣，您還要把您的名字登記在少年人的名單裡嗎？您不是有一雙昏花的眼、一對乾癟的手、一張焦黃的臉、一把斑白的鬍鬚、兩條瘦下去的腿、一個胖起來的肚子嗎？您的聲音不是已經嗄啞，您的呼吸不是已經短促，您的下巴上不是多了一層肉，您的智慧不是一天一天空虛，您的全身每一部分不是都在老朽腐化，您卻還要自命為青年嗎？啐，啐，啐，約翰爵士！(朱生豪譯、吳興華校)

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Down By The Salley Gardens - William Butler Yeats

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Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;

She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.

She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;

But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand,

And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.

She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;

But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.^[6]

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八點半的東華校園，就像深夜，人車俱寂，留下淺淺的雨聲。許多事沉默得太久，傷害竟然不重，只因留下了詩。明天就是老師的研討會，預祝一切順心歡喜，然後是愛爾蘭的葉先生點播這首〈柳樹園子〉，DJ啟余在這兒跟大家晚安。

在這兒柳樹園子，吾愛與我相遇；
她走來柳樹園子，小腳像雪白皙。
她叮嚀愛是平易，像葉子長著樹枝，
我啊，愚蠢也幼稚，於她竟不同意。

在河畔一處田野，吾愛與我佇留
那小手像雪白皙，她擱放我肩頭。
她叮嚀愛是平易，像小草長在壧堤
我既愚蠢而幼稚，如今已滿是淚涕。(小編暫譯)

Down By The Salley Gardens - William Butler Yeats

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Your 10 favourite TS Eliot lines (BBC)

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Your 10 favourite TS Eliot lines

Thomas Stearns Eliot

The American-British poet Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888 –1965) is today regarded as one of the 20th Century's major poets. In 1948 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for his incredible contribution to literature. In 1915 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock was published in the June issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse at the instigation of Ezra Pound. In honour of the centenary of its publication, BBC Culture asked readers to celebrate the timeless poetry of TS Eliot by sharing their favourite lines. (Credit: Alamy)

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Mine enemy is growing old,—

Emily Dickinson

Mine enemy is growing old,—
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
If any would avenge,—

Let him be quick, the viand flits,
It is a faded meat.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
’T is starving makes it fat.

Diffen › English Language

Avenge is a verb. To avenge is to punish a wrongdoing with the intent of seeing justice done. Revenge can be used as a noun or a verb. It is more personal, less concerned with justice and more about retaliation by inflicting harm.

According to Dictionary.com,

Avenge and revenge both imply to inflict pain or harm in return for pain or harm inflicted on oneself or those persons or causes to which one feels loyalty. The two words were formerly interchangeable, but have been differentiated until they now convey widely diverse ideas. Avenge is now restricted to inflicting punishment as an act of retributive justice or as a vindication of propriety: to avenge a murder by bringing the criminal to trial. Revenge implies inflicting pain or harm to retaliate for real or fancied wrongs; a reflexive pronoun is often used with this verb: Iago wished to revenge himself upon Othello.

Poems of Mourning： "At a Dog's Grave" by Algernon Charles Swinburne

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"At a Dog's Grave" by Algernon Charles Swinburne

I

Good night, we say, when comes the time to win
The daily death divine that shuts up sight,
Sleep, that assures for all who dwell therein
Good night.
The shadow shed round those we love shines bright
As love's own face, when death, sleep's gentler twin,
From them divides us even as night from light.
Shall friends born lower in life, though pure of sin,
Though clothed with love and faith to usward plight,
Perish and pass unbidden of us, their kin,
Good night?

II

To die a dog's death once was held for shame.
Not all men so beloved and mourned shall lie
As many of these, whose time untimely came
To die.
His years were full: his years were joyous: why
Must love be sorrow, when his gracious name
Recalls his lovely life of limb and eye?
If aught of blameless life on earth may claim
Life higher than death, though death's dark wave rise high,
Such life as this among us never came
To die.

III

White violets, there by hands more sweet than they
Planted, shall sweeten April's flowerful air
About a grave that shows to night and day
White violets there.
A child's light hands, whose touch makes flowers more fair,
Keep fair as these for many a March and May
The light of days that are because they were.
It shall not like a blossom pass away;
It broods and brightens with the days that bear
Fresh fruits of love, but leave, as love might pray,
White violets there.

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Saluting, lamenting and honoring the dead are the poet's primal tasts in all ages. Whether it be Ben Jonson pining for his son, Keats and Rilke envisaging their own demise, Wilfred Owen commemorating comrades in war, or Homer's Odysseus grieving over his dog—all give expression to the universal need for mourning. But mourning has many forms and moods, and this collection explores them all, from Tennyson's black grief to Whitman's radiant melancholy, from Hardy's despair to Rochester's humor, from Sassoon's anger to Christina Rossetti's tender resignation.