五月份書林有徵詩活動
我把我的前一首詩修改後寄了出去
這首是新的 這次也有附上創作緣由
最後那棟建築在這篇的最下面啊
是我們學校法文老師的網頁 我借用一下XD
好讀pdf版XD：
http://www.fileden.com/files/2009/1/21/2277828/AngelDoyal.pdf
This story may sound new
To you, like those dew
Generated by grass and wet air,
Most fresh, yet have been seen whole year.
So did the story within this poem
Not originally created, but some
Have heard it, in Marlowe’s erotic epic,
And also Ovid’s, the ones with idyllic
Setting: the lovely story between Hero the beauty,
And her lover, Leander the pretty.
There was a French architect
Who did not win much respect
Among the world of architecture,
His creation was creative for sure,
But others’ buildings, towers, and castles,
Were far more striking and sparkles.
Pressed by failure and wounded-pride
His family asked him to stride
Across the Atlantic Ocean
To another world or to Goshen.
When the architect came to the backyard
He heard a song sang by an ancient bard.
“How gentle, how beautiful the song is
As if I was lost, but blessed, lost in bliss.”
Ahh,... It was a song of an angel
It delighted the mind, like in paradise when Raphael
Came to Adam, they made a delightful discourse
Which illumine human’s inward darkness.
“To sleep, while you sleep I will sing a song,
A song of love and faith which lost long.”
In the river was the good swimmer, Angel,
He was on his way to see his love, the beautiful Doyal.
The way they seeing each other was a difficult,
Since their parents wanted to make their effort no result.
In the water cold,
Angel recalled the days of old:
It was at and about the Christmas tide
While Angel saw Doyal right church inside,
An ethereal, wondrous grace
Made Angel gazed greedily upon the face.
Impulse occurred at the first sight,
Angel was sure that Doyal was the Lady Right.
Pressed by impulse, soon came the confession
Then Doyal's heart was full of struggle and confusion.
“But look what I am, I am a priest’s nun,
It is impossible to announce love under such sun.”
“Is it important that everyone knows we are in love?”
Replied Angel with his witty tongue and will to prove
That they will be a lovely couple
In the life of private but simple.
Their date was a top secret,
For they only met after sunset.
For weeks, in every night,
Angel swam across Hellspont for a sight.
And Doyal held a torch of fire as the guide,
Leading Angel came to her side.
But one night, one thing forever changed,
Like someone might lose his fame due to a forge.
While Angel was in the water, a sudden wind blew,
Directly to Doyal and the torch glowed few,
The fire was extinguished
And their hearts were perished.
Angel was lost in the river,
And no one did saw him ever.
Waited for her lover to returned,
Anxiety in Doyal was burned.
Doyal never dare to move or to halt
But stayed as motionless as pillar of salt.
When the most hateful sun was rising,
The water of Hellspont was no longer disguising
To the proof and hopelessness was that
No one seemed to coming out.
Being a nun was a happy and contented life,
But the fascination of love became a strife.
Doyal’s mind was plotting a sinful ploy
Which she had never considered before, to destroy
Her own life, which is considered as a great sin:
Caged with demons, chained the hell within.
“Who cares about if God he really exist.
There no such God would put Doyal in the mist.”
The priest came to look for Doyal because
The bell was not tolled, Doyal had used
To be the person of this duty
Even thought there was no extra bounty,
It is her honor to serve God
And for others’ greater good.
When the priest found her door was locked,
He peeked through the wall's crack:
Although the barrier of two was only a door,
Their distance was more than a mile.
Leaving behind, a world laughs no more,
Since the fair lady looked lifeless in the profile.
Awoke by the weeding machine,
The French architect awoke, the sheen
Of glass windows across the street
Dazzled his eyes, but his heart was sweet.
“Thank you, the unknown spirit,”
He looked into the sky as if the orbit
Of heavenly sphere was visible,
But one forbidden knowledge became accessible
To him, he kneeled and thanked again
For such joyful, such good sense to obtain.
It was definitely a great architecture of decades,
So the French architect was well paid
For designed an unique building,
Its out-looking was gilding,
But more, its inward design was new
The giant glass provided perfect view
To see Hellspont, where a lovely story
Took place, the story of love, faith and gory.
For the last task, the French architect was called
“The name? Name it ‘The Lady Within the Wall’.”
http://www1.pu.edu.tw/~bmon/France200708/DSC01914.html
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