2007-06-09 06:20:58Yvette
〈逃避現實〉
三年前整理舊櫃子找出雨教系刊，那是大四那一年的刊物，倚薇特發現自己寫了兩首英語「ㄕ」在上頭，雖然不意外，還是嚇了一跳。常聽老學生說：「老師妳怎麼都沒變？」每次都用「鄉音無改鬢毛衰」來搪塞回答，可是看了這兩首反應青年期思想的「ㄕ」之後，果然覺得自己沒什麼改變：一逕的「浪漫」情懷、一逕愛掉書袋、一逕崇拜哥德的浮士德、一逕想遁逃…
以下就是一九八四年（What a remarkable year!!）Yvette 在系刊寫的〈逃避現實〉，曾經請熊媽和席德尼同學看過，（可是席德尼根本完全不記得這件事了！！）詩的意境意象和典故不談，Yvette 犯了幾個錯誤（剛剛有修，可能還有一些別的錯沒改到），Sidney 看完就問：「妳這『飛』的過去式寫成 flied 是故意的嗎？」Yvette 趕緊改掉。後來知道flied 也沒錯，不過還是 ”flew” 比較好，因為 “I” 的音頻繁出現，唸的時候嘴巴一直張大，看起來好蠢！
謝謝席德尼大師！
剛剛打開舊日誌要找舊電話，不小心翻到這個剪貼，沒時間post 文，暫且充數。
Escapism
By Yvette Huang (1984)
When I arose from Yeats’ Innisfree,
A demon came to me and tost torches three.
“Light thine torch,” he said, “and it’ll bring thee cheer,
And fun, and satisfaction sheer.”
In bravoes, I lit the torches bright.
The miracle appeared, and I on a kite
Flew to a sparkling scented paradise,
Where flowers blossom forever and man never dies.
The decreasing light called forth a journey fair,
Which I’d wished to adventure but ne’er dare.
A heroine’s taming beasts should show her pride,
And I on her role did complacently stride.
When the weird scene came out in the waning,
My ambition took the wings soaring.
I saw my future and my past glory,
But when the light was out they were but a story.
The night is dark again and still again;
But fancy now is neither joy nor pain.
Perhaps Rip van Winkle will someday be free;
I’ll go back to Yeats’ cabin with honey-bee.
上回坐在這裡的棚架下
以下就是一九八四年（What a remarkable year!!）Yvette 在系刊寫的〈逃避現實〉，曾經請熊媽和席德尼同學看過，（可是席德尼根本完全不記得這件事了！！）詩的意境意象和典故不談，Yvette 犯了幾個錯誤（剛剛有修，可能還有一些別的錯沒改到），Sidney 看完就問：「妳這『飛』的過去式寫成 flied 是故意的嗎？」Yvette 趕緊改掉。後來知道flied 也沒錯，不過還是 ”flew” 比較好，因為 “I” 的音頻繁出現，唸的時候嘴巴一直張大，看起來好蠢！
謝謝席德尼大師！
剛剛打開舊日誌要找舊電話，不小心翻到這個剪貼，沒時間post 文，暫且充數。
Escapism
By Yvette Huang (1984)
When I arose from Yeats’ Innisfree,
A demon came to me and tost torches three.
“Light thine torch,” he said, “and it’ll bring thee cheer,
And fun, and satisfaction sheer.”
In bravoes, I lit the torches bright.
The miracle appeared, and I on a kite
Flew to a sparkling scented paradise,
Where flowers blossom forever and man never dies.
The decreasing light called forth a journey fair,
Which I’d wished to adventure but ne’er dare.
A heroine’s taming beasts should show her pride,
And I on her role did complacently stride.
When the weird scene came out in the waning,
My ambition took the wings soaring.
I saw my future and my past glory,
But when the light was out they were but a story.
The night is dark again and still again;
But fancy now is neither joy nor pain.
Perhaps Rip van Winkle will someday be free;
I’ll go back to Yeats’ cabin with honey-bee.
上回坐在這裡的棚架下
這就是伴我一年的讀書館
雨中碧湖另一隅
認真想,這湖很大, 和大湖公園的湖水是同一條河分流來的!
娜莉水災那一年就見識到她的大!