(譯本)
I remember long veils of green rain
Feathered like the shawl of my grandmother--
Green from the half-green of the spring trees
Waving in the valley.
I remember the road
Like the one which leads to my grandmother's house,
A warm house, with green carpets,
Geraniums, a trilling canary
And shining horse-hair chairs;
And the silence, full of the rain's falling
Was like my grandmother's parlour
Alive with herself and her voice, rising and falling--
Rain and wind intermingled.
I remember on that day
I was thinking only of my love
And of my love's house.
But now I remember the day
As I remember my grandmother.
I remember the rain as the feathery fringe of her shawl.
Dorothy Livesay
The imagery of the poem is so nice: green, rain, shawl, a warm house...
All these elements are lovely interwoven into a placid, dreamlike picture. I don't know why, but I have no difficulty in identifying with the poet, even though my grandma never wore a shawl or lived in a warm house.
Some people always tend to idealize the people or things they love. I'm definitely one of those.
One thing that I have regretted the most over many years is that, not until her death, I didn't realize how much I loved my grandma or she loved me. But the tragic thing is that the realization only comes in hindsight.
值千金......
我知道這首歌甚肉麻，但其實我們很多的真心話，都是頂肉麻的，所以我們多數只把它們放心底。朋友志雄亦曾幾何時作了首「湘人情歌」，肉麻程度達５星級，稱得上情歌之極品。不過搞笑歸搞笑，我很配服他的真心。 (歌是很不錯的, 搞笑是那些詞)
..... 本來還有長篇偉論要發表, 不過都把它刪了。
因為我想講的只是 「朋友, 我愛你。」
無錯, 是你, 知道這blog的只有幾丁人, 你是其中一位。 我擁抱你。
