亂讀 葉芝詩［那些起舞的時光已逝］

Those Dancing Days Are Gone


William B. Yeats


那些起舞的時光已逝


W. 葉芝


Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.




Curse as you may I sing it through;
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.


I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.

詩人好像是說，雖然我身穿華服跳舞的時光已流逝，但我可以繼續唱。我的快樂不是靠青春敏捷和外表的美麗而是思想， 雖然我的粗俗的身體用醜陋抹布裹著，我依然可以揚眉吐氣放聲高歌，因為我不在乎別人對我外表的看法， 我的思想活躍，精神自由，擺脫虛偽。我雖然不再有跳舞的腿，但我有歌喉， 我可以谘意歌唱，從太陽高升唱到月亮高掛，直到倒在地上。

對比我，我絕對做不到詩人的瀟灑，我最在乎的是我的外表，如果隻能披塊麻布，我也會盡量掛得好看點。 沒了跳舞的腰枝，硬是裹也要裹出來。裹不出就用誇大胯部的方法造成錯誤視覺的效果。
總之，隻要我能感覺太陽的光，月亮的影，我就要扮靚到扮到底。
我是不是活的太累了？