A Poem . 一首詩
I always think that poems are written for special people to read, and I’m not one of them.
Not that I’ve changed my mind, but I read this little poem in the latest *ahem*PIPP, and thought I want to share it.
Some More Light Verse
You have to try. You see a shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don’t get drunk.
You take up yoga, walk and swim.
And nothing works. The outlook’s grim.
You don’t know what to do. You cry.
You’re running out of things to try.You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man.
And nothing works. The outlook’s grim.
You go to yoga, cry, and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.
~ Wendy Cope
我一向不是很喜歡讀(現代)詩. 總覺得很多詩想要表達的意境是我不能或是不想理解的. (可我又很容易被歌詞感動. 這差別在那兒?)
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