阮一峰的网络日志

最后那段是W.H.Auden的诗 As I Walked Out One Evening
　　
As I walked out one evening,
　　Walking down Bristol Street,
　　The crowds upon the pavement
　　Were fields of harvest wheat.
　　
　　And down by the brimming river
　　I heard a lover sing
　　Under an arch of the railway:
　　'Love has no ending.
　　
　　'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
　　Till China and Africa meet,
　　And the river jumps over the mountain
　　And the salmon sing in the street,
　　
　　'I'll love you till the ocean
　　Is folded and hung up to dry
　　And the seven stars go squawking
　　Like geese about the sky.
　　
　　'The years shall run like rabbits,
　　For in my arms I hold
　　The Flower of the Ages,
　　And the first love of the world.'
　　
　　But all the clocks in the city
　　Began to whirr and chime:
　　'O let not Time deceive you,
　　You cannot conquer Time.
　　
　　'In the burrows of the Nightmare
　　Where Justice naked is,
　　Time watches from the shadow
　　And coughs when you would kiss.
　　
　　'In headaches and in worry
　　Vaguely life leaks away,
　　And Time will have his fancy
　　To-morrow or to-day.
　　
　　'Into many a green valley
　　Drifts the appalling snow;
　　Time breaks the threaded dances
　　And the diver's brilliant bow.
　　
　　'O plunge your hands in water,
　　Plunge them in up to the wrist;
　　Stare, stare in the basin
　　And wonder what you've missed.
　　
　　'The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
　　The desert sighs in the bed,
　　And the crack in the tea-cup opens
　　A lane to the land of the dead.
　　
　　'Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
　　And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
　　And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
　　And Jill goes down on her back.
　　
　　'O look, look in the mirror?
　　O look in your distress:
　　Life remains a blessing
　　Although you cannot bless.
　　
　　'O stand, stand at the window
　　As the tears scald and start;
　　You shall love your crooked neighbour
　　With your crooked heart.'
　　
　　It was late, late in the evening,
　　The lovers they were gone;
　　The clocks had ceased their chiming,
　　And the deep river ran on.
　　
　　
　　Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love
　　Lay your sleeping head, my love,
　　Human on my faithless arm,
　　Time and fevers burn away
　　Individual beauty from
　　Thoughtful children, and the grave
　　Proves the child ephemeral:
　　But in my arms till break of day
　　Let the living creature lie,
　　Mortal, guilty, but to me
　　The entirely beautiful.
　　
　　Soul and body have no bounds:
　　To lovers as they lie upon
　　Her tolerant enchanted slope
　　In their ordinary swoon,
　　Grave the vision Venus sends
　　Of supernatural sympathy,
　　Universal love and hope;
　　While an abstract insight wakes
　　Among the glaciers and the rocks
　　The hermit's sensual ectasy.
　　
　　Certainty, fidelity
　　On the stroke of midnight pass
　　Like vibrations of a bell,
　　And fashionable madmen raise
　　Their pedantic boring cry:
　　Every farthing of the cost,
　　All the dreadful cards fortell,
　　Shall be paid, but not from this night
　　Not a whisper, not a thought,
　　Not a kiss nor look be lost.
　　
　　Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
　　Let the winds of dawn that blow
　　Softly round your dreaming head
　　Such a day of sweetness show
　　Eye and knocking heart may bless.
　　Find the mortal world enough;
　　Noons of dryness see you fed
　　By the involuntary powers,
　　Nights of insults let you pass
　　Watched by every human love.

'The years shall run like rabbits，最喜欢的一句。也很喜欢这部电影，经常会拿出来看。阳光洒满房间的早上，一边打扫房间，一边听他们絮絮的对话。before sunset则是需要坐下来仔细观察的，察言观色，很喜欢这个时候的Celine,还有她那件黑色短上衣.