精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
To the ancient days I aspire, When love unto love did unveil Its truest care and fair'st desire Through lines forg'd by Spontaneous Fire, And some wretches were doomed to fail To win a most unheedful eye, And to hold the hands white and frail Of maids they in want did espy, For they're lame to adorn their wanton sigh. Methinks I'm in the modern clime Where love with love flirts in the game Of idle chase in lustful slime, And shallow features of this time: Outward form, wealth, and gaudy fame Do obscure our innocent sight, Learned or unlearned, all are the same! Let Solitude employ his might On my art spurned by the World's mocks of spite! 遙想那個男生不會寫十四行詩,就一輩子追不到正妹的時代... -- Rage, rage against the dying of the light! ---Dylan Thomas(1914-1953) -- ※ 發信站 :批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.119.203.47
spacedunce5:XDD line9: they're lame to adorn->they are lame 10/14 21:35
spacedunce5:t'adorn; line16 learned is 2 syllables->learn'd 10/14 21:35
amadeus1223:喔喔!我到是不知道to可以這樣省掉音節!thanks! 10/14 21:44