"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
10月 25th, 2024 at 20:09
不要温和地走进那良夜
狄兰·托马斯
巫宁坤译
不要温和地走进那良夜，
老年应当在日暮时燃烧咆哮；
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
虽然智慧的人临终时懂得黑暗有理，
因为他们的话没有迸发出闪电，他们
也并不温和地走进那个良夜。
善良的人，当最后一浪过去，高呼他们脆弱的善行
可能曾会多么光辉地在绿色的海湾里舞蹈，
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
狂暴的人抓住并歌唱过翱翔的太阳，
懂得，但为时太晚，他们使太阳在途中悲伤，
也并不温和地走进那个良夜。
严肃的人，接近死亡，用炫目的视觉看出
失明的眼睛可以像流星一样闪耀欢欣，
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
您啊，我的父亲．在那悲哀的高处．
现在用您的热泪诅咒我，祝福我吧．我求您
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
10月 25th, 2024 at 20:10
也很喜欢高晓松的版本
绝不向黑夜请安
老朽请于白日尽头涅槃
咆哮于光之消散
先哲虽败于幽暗
诗歌终不能将苍穹点燃
绝不向黑夜请安
贤者舞蹈于碧湾
为惊涛淹没的善行哭喊
咆哮于光之消散
狂者如夸父逐日
高歌中顿觉迟来的伤感
绝不向黑夜请安
逝者于临终迷幻
盲瞳怒放出流星的灿烂
咆哮于光之消散
那么您，我垂垂将死的父亲
请掬最后一捧热泪降临
请诅咒，请保佑
我祈愿，绝不向
黑夜请安，咆哮
于光之消散
10月 26th, 2024 at 14:09
"Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
10月 29th, 2024 at 15:19
11月 1st, 2024 at 08:20
轻微雾霾，气温刚好，散散步，看看树叶的影子
只要角度合适，似乎每一片树叶都大概能有对应一种动物的轮廓
某种程度上，比人走起路来和某种动物像还像
11月 1st, 2024 at 08:21