精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
"In praise of high intelligence" Once upon a time in a deep valley The cuckoo and the nightingale Between them ,ade a wager Which of them could sing the finer song. Whomsoever skill or fortune favored He could have the mastery. The cuckoo said, "If it please you I have already chosen the judge." And he straightway named the donkey! "For", said he, "he has two big ears, All the better to mark what is bad And tell it apart from what is good. He commanded them to sing. And the nightingale sang so sweetly. The donkey spoke: "This is too intricate for me. Hee-haw. I cannot grasp it at all." Then quickly the cuckoo began his song through thirds and fourths and fifths. It pleased the ass. He just said, "Wait While I pronounce my verdict. Nightingale, you have sung well; But you, cucjoo, have sung a fine chorale And you keep the strictest measure. Ispeak from the height of a great intellect And though it should cost me a whole country I judge you to be the winner. Cuckoo, cuckoo, hee-haw." -- if music be the food of love, tho' yet the treat is only sound. Sure I must perish by your charms, unless you save me in your arms. ---- Heveningham/Weichin Chen -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.csie.ntu.edu.tw) ◆ From: 61.226.56.163