若非灵魂击掌而歌,
那迟暮的光景便犹如悬于枯枝上的旧裳不值一提。
——叶芝《驶向拜占庭》
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing
( Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium)
精彩点评:
题外话:后面这一句联想到了“玉带林中挂”。(只是题外话)
若非灵魂击掌而歌,
那迟暮的光景便犹如悬于枯枝上的旧裳不值一提。
——叶芝《驶向拜占庭》
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing
( Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium)
精彩点评:
题外话:后面这一句联想到了“玉带林中挂”。(只是题外话)