推 dale:Persephone 相關的詩太多了，我找不到…… 218.166.91.38 01/10
推 dale:有沒有其它線索？ 218.166.91.38 01/10
推 toraoh:對不起，我的印象太模糊了:~~ thx anyway! 210.85.90.56 01/11
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作者: powlluimniz (波西米亞) 看板: poetry
標題: Re: [請益] 請問一首英詩
時間: Mon Jan 10 23:56:11 2005
Evan Boland's "The Pomegranate"?
※ 引述《toraoh (GOD!魔神版!(噴淚))》之銘言：
: 很久以前讀過一首詩，不過整個印象都很模糊（不論是題名或作者...orz），
: 不知道有沒有哪位高手有看過這首詩的，麻煩指點一下（膜拜）
: 是一首比較現代的詩，
: 詩的內容是一位母親看著不同世代的女兒（應該正值青春期）夜夜笙歌有感所寫的，
: 詩中有提到Persephone吃下的石榴果，
: 也有提到有些事情還是要女兒自己體驗過才會了解...
: 抱歉，我模糊的印象只到此為止，
: 如果有人知道的話，可以告知一下詩名或是作者嗎？
: 謝謝～orz
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推 toraoh:Exactly! Thank you ve~~~~ry mcuh!! Orz 210.85.90.56 01/11
推 amywan:小姐 我就說這裡有很多神人吧..... :p 220.229.24.51 01/12
推 dale:強！^^ 218.166.81.64 01/12
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作者: dale (冰城城主) 看板: poetry
標題: Re: [請益] 請問一首英詩
時間: Wed Jan 12 12:23:58 2005
The Pomegranate
The only legend I have ever loved is
the story of a daughter lost in hell.
And found and rescued there.
Love and blackmail are the gist of it.
Ceres and Persephone the names.
And the best thing about the legend is
I can enter it anywhere. And have.
As a child in exile in
a city of fogs and strange consonants,
I read it first and at first I was
an exiled child in the crackling dusk of
the underworld, the stars blighted. Later
I walked out in a summer twilight
searching for my daughter at bed-time.
When she came running I was ready
to make any bargain to keep her.
I carried her back past whitebeams
and wasps and honey-scented buddleias.
But I was Ceres then and I knew
winter was in store for every leaf
on every tree on that road.
Was inescapable for each one we passed.
And for me.
It is winter
and the stars are hidden.
I climb the stairs and stand where I can see
my child asleep beside her teen magazines,
her can of Coke, her plate of uncut fruit.
The pomegranate! How did I forget it?
She could have come home and been safe
and ended the story and all
our heart-broken searching but she reached
out a hand and plucked a pomegranate.
She put out her hand and pulled down
the French sound for apple and
the noise of stone and the proof
that even in the place of death,
at the heart of legend, in the midst
of rocks full of unshed tears
ready to be diamonds by the time
the story was told, a child can be
hungry. I could warn her. There is still a chance.
The rain is cold. The road is flint-coloured.
The suburb has cars and cable television.
The veiled stars are above ground.
It is another world. But what else
can a mother give her daughter but such
beautiful rifts in time?
If I defer the grief I will diminish the gift.
The legend will be hers as well as mine.
She will enter it. As I have.
She will wake up. She will hold
the papery flushed skin in her hand.
And to her lips. I will say nothing.
Eavan Boland
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