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2026-10-04
《雲頌》The Cloud
《雲頌》The Cloud
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning my pilot sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake tore and tossed,
The eagle rests, till the golden crest
Has fired the deep air's frost.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,—
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-coloured bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
2026-10-03
All This I Did Without You
📜 All This I Did Without You
中文通稱：《沒有你，萬般精彩皆枉然》
作者：Gerald Durrell（傑拉爾德·達雷爾，英國）
備註：這並非獨立詩篇，是達雷爾寫給妻子Lee McGeorge
I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises,
on land where it floods forest and mountains with honey-coloured light,
at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange in a multi-coloured nest of cloud,
slipping in and out of the vast ocean.
I have seen a thousand moons;
harvest moons like gold coins,
winter moons as white as ice chips,
new moons like baby swans’ feathers.
I have seen seas as smooth as if painted,
coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher
or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam,
moving ponderously and murderously.
I have felt winds straight from the South Pole,
bleak and wailing like a lost child;
winds as tender and warm as a lover's breath;
winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of seaweeds;
winds that carried the moist rich smell of a forest floor, the smell of a million flowers.
Fierce winds that churned and moved the sea like yeast,
or winds that made the waters lap at the shore like a kitten.
I have known silence:
the cold, earthy silence at the bottom of a newly dug well;
the implacable stony silence of a deep cave;
the hot, drugged, midday silence when everything is hypnotised and stilled into silence by the eye of the sun;
the silence when great music ends.
I have heard summer cicadas cry so that the sound seems stitched into your bones.
I have heard tree frogs in an orchestration as complicated as Bach singing in a forest lit by a million emerald fireflies.
I have heard the Keas calling over grey glaciers that groaned to themselves like old people as they inched their way to the sea.
I have heard the hoarse street vendor cries of the mating fur seals as they sang to their sleek golden wives,
the crisp staccato admonishment of the rattlesnake,
the cobweb squeak of the bat
and the belling roar of the red deer knee-deep in purple heather.
I have heard wolves baying at a winter’s moon,
red howlers making the forest vibrate with their roaring cries.
I have heard the squeak, purr, and grunt of a hundred multi-coloured reef fishes.
I have seen hummingbirds flashing like opals round a tree of scarlet blooms, humming like a top.
I have seen flying fish, skittering like quicksilver across the blue waves,
drawing silver lines on the surface with their tail fins.
I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk, while around me played a host of Dolphins.
I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things.
All this I did without you. This was my loss.
All this I want to do with you. This will be my gain.
All this I would gladly have forgone for the sake of one minute of your company,
for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body,
and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind
which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.
悟文
網上的悟文
原來離別太久，真的已經不適合重逢了，不是因為遺忘，也不是因為怨恨。
你回來了，我難受，因為我知道，回來的不是曾經的那個你。
你不回來我也難受，因為我還在等一個不會回來的你，所以我們再次見面先湧上心頭的不是心動，而是酸澀。
我不想和任何一個走散的人重逢，因為我們已經錯過了彼此太多的美好。
我們完成了對彼此的賞識，也將奔赴各自註定不相交的未來，既然已經離別，活在彼此的記憶裡，就是最好的重逢。
English
When separation has lasted too long, reunion is truly no longer fitting.
Not out of oblivion, nor out of rancour.
If you come back, I ache, for I know the one who returns is not the you of old.
If you do not come back, I also ache, for I am still waiting for a you who will never return.
Therefore, when we meet once more, what surges first into the heart is not the thrill of affection, but sour anguish.
I have no wish to meet again anyone from whom I have parted along life’s path.
For we have missed so much of one another’s grace and beauty.
We have attained full appreciation for one another, yet shall journey toward separate futures, fated never to intersect.
Now that we have parted, to dwell within one another’s memories is the finest reunion.
Português
Quando a separação se prolonga por demasiado tempo, o reencontro já não é, de facto, adequado.
Não por esquecimento, nem por ressentimento.
Se regressares, sofro, pois sei que aquele que volta não és tu de outrora.
Se não regressares, também sofro, pois continuo à espera de um tu que nunca há-de regressar.
Por isso, quando nos encontramos novamente, o que surge primeiro no coração não é a comoção, mas uma acidez dolorosa.
Não desejo reencontrar ninguém com quem me tenha separado ao longo do caminho da vida.
Pois perdemos demasiada beleza um do outro.
Alcançámos a plena admiração mútua, mas seguiremos para futuros distintos, destinados a nunca se cruzarem.
Uma vez separados, viver na memória um do outro é o mais belo reencontro.
第一次的晨泳2026.10.2
First time early morning swimming in the beach
Met my cousin’s aunt accidentally
She told me she has been swimming for 50 years every morning
And she is 77 years old
Life is so beautiful
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