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資訊
在本集節目裡,主持人廖雅慧老師要為各位聽眾領讀愛爾蘭詩人葉慈(William Butler Yeats)的兩首詩作:〈When You Are Old〉與〈Leda and the Swan〉。葉慈是愛爾蘭文藝復興運動中最重要的人物,也在 1923 年得到諾貝爾文學獎的殊榮。
除了帶領聽眾欣賞這兩首主題不同的葉慈詩作之外,在節目中,廖雅慧老師也會將另一首莎士比亞描寫老年主題的〈Sonnet 73〉,與葉慈的〈When You Are Old〉做比較與討論。
本集重點:
00:36 William Butler Yeats 介紹
02:06 〈When You Are Old〉
08:08 William Shakespeare〈Sonnet 73〉
13:31 〈Leda and the Swan〉
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製作人:余韋達
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〈When You Are Old〉
By William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
〈Sonnet 73〉
By William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
〈Leda and the Swan〉
By William Butler Yeats
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?