內心的氣候 聯副 (深秋 獨坐).....
中文書 ， 傅孝先 ， 書林出版有限公司 ，出版日期：1995-05-30
最早傅孝先 在詩人與樹 一文介紹過此詩大意， 收入其無花的園地 台北:九歌 ，1978 ，頁192
“Nevertheless, father, it is a great gift of the gods to be born with a hatred and contempt of all injustice and meanness. Yours is a higher lot, never to have lied and truckled, than to have shared honours won by dishonour. There is strength in scorn, as there was in the martial fury by which men became insensible to wounds.”
webscript.princeton.edu/~mnoble/eliot-texts/romola.htmlThe great river-courses which have shaped the lives of men have hardly changed; ..... For the Pope Angelico is not come yet. CHAPTER ONE. ...... For he had convinced himself that he was not bound to go in search of Baldassarre. ...... tickled gossiping curiosity, and fascinated timorous superstition. ...
by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
- ELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
- The holy tree is growing there;
- From joy the holy branches start,
- And all the trembling flowers they bear.
- The changing colours of its fruit
- Have dowered the stars with merry light;
- The surety of its hidden root
- Has planted quiet in the night;
- The shaking of its leafy head
- Has given the waves their melody,
- And made my lips and music wed,
- Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
- There the Loves a circle go,
- The flaming circle of our days,
- Gyring, spiring to and fro
- In those great ignorant leafy ways;
- Remembering all that shaken hair
- And how the wingèd sandals dart,
- Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
- Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
- Gaze no more in the bitter glass
- The demons, with their subtle guile,
- Lift up before us when they pass,
- Or only gaze a little while;
- For there a fatal image grows
- That the stormy night receives,
- Roots half hidden under snows,
- Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
- For all things turn to barrenness
- In the dim glass the demons hold,
- The glass of outer weariness,
- Made when God slept in times of old.
- There, through the broken branches, go
- The ravens of unresting thought;
- Flying, crying, to and fro,
- Cruel claw and hungry throat,
- Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
- And shake their ragged wings; alas!
- Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
- Gaze no more in the bitter glass.