Wednesday, August 30, 2023

View from the booth

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I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
By Emily Dickinson.

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd advertise - you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!



這首詩
用來描述我的工作
實在太貼切了

我誰都不是!你呢?
你也誰都不是嗎?
那我們兩個真是一對寶--不要告訴別人!
他們會宣傳--你知道的!

做個有頭有臉的人多恐怖!
太公開了,像青蛙
整天對著仰慕自己的沼澤
大肆宣揚自己的名號

~to my dear friend & colleague Nancy



Friday, August 25, 2023

greenly spirit of trees

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綠光






i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

~~e. e. cummings

夢境

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夢境









"I believe that dreams transport us through the underside of our days,
and that if we wish to become acquainted with the dark side of what we are,
the signposts are there,
waiting for us to translate them."

~Gail Godwin



夢境幫助我們度過白天的不愉快
我們如果想要了解自己的黑暗面
指標都在夢境裡
等待翻譯

花落,遺忘

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花落,遺忘






人間莫謾惜花落
花落明年依舊開
卻最堪悲是流水
便同人事去無回

~羅鄴 《流水》








Let It Be Forgotten

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Let it be forgotten forever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long-forgotten snow.

~Sara Teasdale

To a Young Poet & First Fig

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To a Young Poet & First Fig




 

To a Young Poet

 Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.

Bird and wing together

Go down, one feather.

 

No thing that ever flew,

Not the lark, not you,

Can die as others do.

 

時間無法拆散鳥翼。

鳥和翼一起

落下,共一羽。

 

凡曾飛過的,

像雲雀,像你,

不會隨眾死去。

(彭鏡禧 夏燕生 譯)

 

 

 

只要曾經飛翔 (寫詩 創作  愛過  一鳴驚人 ...)

是不是就不枉此生了?

 

 

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) 才華洋溢

從高中時期就開始寫詩

作風大膽前衛

非常有魅力,受許多男性與女性的愛慕

她認為女人有權利像男人一樣縱慾放蕩

堪稱當今女性情慾自主的先驅者

他在1917年 從 Vassar College 畢業時出版了一本詩集 《再生集》Renascence and Other Poems

立刻影響當時文壇的注意

許多評論認為Millay 的十四行詩 sonnets 幾乎可以與莎士比亞媲美了

Millay 過者波西米亞式的生活 酗酒 嗑藥 又縱慾

在58歲時的一個清晨 昏沉沉摔下樓梯 扭斷脖子 而早逝

讓人不禁想到他這首詩:

 

 


 

First Fig

 

My candle burns at both ends;

It will not last the night;

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends--

It gives a lovely light!

 

 

第一粒無花果

 

我的蠟燭在兩頭燃燒

它終究撐不到拂曉

但我的敵人呀 朋友啊

那燭光多妖嬈

(尤克強 譯)

 

Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does it End?

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Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does it End?


 

 

I got up really early this morning

while it was still dark

and I read Mary Oliver's WHY I WAKE EARLY

 

I came upon this poem:

"Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does it End?"

 

 

 



 

 

There are things you can't reach. But

you can reach out to them, and all day long.

 

The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.

And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.

 




 

 

The snake slides away; the fish jumps, like a little lily,

out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing

from the unreachable top of the tree.

 

 




 

 

I look: morning to night I am never done with looking.

Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around

as though with arms open.

 

And thinking: maybe something will come, some

shining coil of wind,

or a few leaves from any old tree--

they are all in this too.

 

 




 

 

And now I will tell you the truth.

Everything in the world

comes.

 

At least, closer.

And, cordially.

 

 





Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake.

Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold

fluttering around the corner of the sky

 

of God, the blue air.

 

 


 

 

This is a beautiful world that we live in.

If we look hard

We will be able to see the divine in the mundane.

夏日

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夏日





"In summer, the song sings itself."

~William Carlos Williams





"Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability."

~Sam Keen





"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of summer.
My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.
It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."

~Violette Leduc





To see the Summer Sky is Poetry,
though never in a Book it lie--
True Poems flee.

~Emily Dickinson

坐看雲起時,看移三面陰


"What is this life,  if,  full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?"

~W. H. Davies


一定要騰出時間
放空
拋掉煩憂
坐看雲起時





『坐對當窗木,看移三面陰』

~段成式






feeling a little blue

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feeling a little blue...






最近台北的天空好藍
心情也有一點『藍調』

這種時候
讀榮格
是很好的心理治療!






"As far as we can discern,
the sole purpose of human existence
is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being."

~Carl Jung

人生的意義
是在存在的渾渾噩噩中點燃一盞燈








"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness,
and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
It is far better to take things as they come along with patience and equanimity."

~Carl Jung

人生有明有暗 有悲有喜
坦然面對吧






"Who looks outside, dreams;
Who looks inside, awakes."

~Carl Jung

向外看者,做夢
向內看者,清醒





"The first half of life is devoted to forming a  healthy ego.
The second half is going inward and letting go of it."

~Carl Jung

人生前半段努力建立自我
人生後半段反躬自省 放掉我執

來日方長



這個夏天
常常靜看觀音山
懶懶的 無所事事的
來日方長的感覺油然而生







很喜歡蔣勳的這段話:

來日方長
裡面蘊涵著很多祝福
因為感覺到後面還有很長的日子
所以速度可以慢下來
可以慢慢去感覺自己的生命

what you deeply love saves you

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what you deeply love saves you






 

Sometimes you hear a voice through

the door calling you, as fish out of

 



 

water hear the waves or a hunting

falcon hears the drum's come back

 



 

This turning toward what you deeply love

saves you.

 

--Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

在媽媽的眼裡

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媽媽,生日快樂!





 

"It's as if, in the mother's eyes, her smile, her stroking touch,

the child first reads the message: 'you're here!'"

~Adrienne Rich

 

在媽媽的眼裡

在媽媽的笑容裡

在媽媽的愛撫之下

我得到一個清楚的訊息:

啊!你在這兒!

 

我一直珍藏上面這張照片

年輕美麗的媽媽

眼裡只有我

而我笑的像全世界最幸福的孩子

 

 

有一首兒歌:

天下只有媽媽好

有媽的孩子是個寶

我是個幸福的人

都已經當媽了但是還是可以像孩子一樣跟媽媽撒嬌

 

在媽媽生日的前夕

藉這個小角落

祝媽媽

身體健康 平安快樂!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!