[創作] On modern poets: a worthless complaint
To the ancient days I aspire,
When love unto love did unveil
Its truest care and fair'st desire
Through lines forg'd by Spontaneous Fire,
And some wretches were doomed to fail
To win a most unheedful eye,
And to hold the hands white and frail
Of maids they in want did espy,
For they're lame to adorn their wanton sigh.
Methinks I'm in the modern clime
Where love with love flirts in the game
Of idle chase in lustful slime,
And shallow features of this time:
Outward form, wealth, and gaudy fame
Do obscure our innocent sight,
Learned or unlearned, all are the same!
Let Solitude employ his might
On my art spurned by the World's mocks of spite!
遙想那個男生不會寫十四行詩,就一輩子追不到正妹的時代...
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light!
---Dylan Thomas(1914-1953)
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