Tuesday, June 29, 2021

記記今天

 早晨,還在睡夢裡, 竟感覺好像抱著一隻很種很重的灰貓,胖胖的,全身懶洋洋的塌在我的懷裡,身體好大好大。  睡醒後回憶,似乎是 Ashby。  真是奇怪。  我上星期不高興之後的晚上,我夢到寶寶。  我實在很想我的貓,也很想 Ashby。  我上上星期和 Derby 玩,玩之際,突有一種悵惘的感覺。  本來我挺相信貓和狗就像康樂勞倫斯說的,這隻貓和下一隻我遇見的貓是有所不同,但是相似度還是很多。  可是那時的感覺,卻是 Derby 和寶寶是那麼不同。  和 Ashby 是那麼不同。  我的寶呦,我的東呦。  


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昨天小瑋說想去 Newport, RI 玩。  我們今天就去了。  到 NP 時已經一點。  小瑋很會計劃,他早就選了餐廳  「CRU cafe」,評價相當高,物美價廉,  人潮不斷,而且全天的早餐中餐晚餐!  我們選了外賣,找了一個公園,食物真的不錯。  就是媽媽的義大利三明治有點鹹。  吃完後,我們的目標明顯,就是 Cliff Walk。  小瑋夫妻兩個已經走過兩次,全程七英哩,從沒走完過。  今天想再試試。  其實他叫我們今天來也是因為這幾天熱浪襲來,我們今天預定要到華氏一百度。  但是 Newport, RI 只有八十度。  這個 Cliff Walk 是在當地很有名的豪華大宅的後面。  就在大海和岩岸旁,走道的另一邊則是這些大宅的花園。  很是壯觀。  媽媽走得很高興,他說之前從沒來過,舅舅沒有帶我們來過。  他的印象都是大宅裡面的樣子。  他不是很感興趣。  我好像走過這個 Cliff Walk,可是實在不記得和誰,多半是舅舅他們,和他們的朋友或親戚。  太多的事沒記下來就忘了。  

今天的天氣是好,海邊幾乎沒有遮陰的地方,可是海風呼呼的吹著,倒也還可以。  今天星期二,不知怎的,怎麼這麼多遊客?!  我呢,在這個地方就猛照相。  似乎是希望把記憶多留下一點。  走過一個地方,平坦的路經然沒有了,都是海岸的岩石堆成的走道,到處都是縫隙,石頭也是凹凸不平。  我們讓了好幾群人過去後,我們還是牽著媽媽的手走過去了。  

不過我們帶著媽媽走是走不完這條路的。  而且時間也不允許,因為媽媽晚上還要聚會。  我們回去的路上還走了一段新路,離開大海邊,走在那大街小巷裡,這個區裡到處都是大房子,樹木也都高大成蔭。  穿梭其中,又有海風的加持,比在海邊更舒服。  我說可以在這裡騎個腳踏車。  可惜的是這裡真的離我們家太遠了。  除非在這裡待的時間可以相比路上的時間,會有點划不來的感覺。  

我們趕回小瑋住的地方已近七點。  媽媽一上車就把手機拿出來聚會,現在的科技真是厲害!  而媽媽對聚會如此的認真也令我敬佩!  我們回到家,進屋,他都不停地看著聽著手機的聚會、討論。  他是完全投入這個團體的。  

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Monday, June 28, 2021

大砲山,紐憨修,烏森

 I went to Cannon mountain with a friend yesterday.  I've been wanting to to there since 3 years ago after me and others friends went Mt. Lafayette.  I still remember that day, after a toiling effort, walking the loop of Mt. Lafayette, we finally reached parking lot.  It was twilight already, the sun shone bright on the rocky face of Cannon Mountain.  Didn't know what attracted me to it.  But attraction it was.   


We got to the mountain parking lot around 1230 pm.  It's a place for ski in the winter.  And there's a tram station to bring people up to the summit.  It's nice to have a clean bathroom.  And there's no entrance fee either.  We were surprised to see an old ranger guiding us to the trailhead.  I guess it's kind confusing for people to find their ways here.  Or maybe that youtube video prompts the management to it.  There's a youtube video showed a family climbing Cannon Mountain, it's very helpful all the way through, even told us the trailhead for kingsmen ridge trail has a distance from the ski center.  Anyway, a guide to the trailhead is a welcome gesture.  

We were not climbing from the rocky side I saw 3 three years ago, but from the back.  I am not sure I ever walked pass that rocky side.  The climb was steep right from the start.  The dirt road was filled with loose stones, really slippery.  the the woods were thick, sun light had difficulty penetrating, so more than half the road was wet.  And most of the path were rocky.  Wet rocky surface was perfect condition for sliding.  And the road was so rocky, I had to really watch my footing.  Even then, I stepped on the edges of rocks more often than I want to.  We rested quite often.  The bugs did not help at all.   I thought we already pass the season, so I forgot to prepare deet this time.  Though my mom remembered and put by my packs.  She even prepared my water with wlemon wedges.  I truly appreciated after I got on the trail.  Beat plain water 40%!  

I felt this was the least hikers I've seen since I started hiking Mt. Monadnock 20+ years ago.  Mt. Lafayette was filled with people.  There were vistas spots on the way up.  The view was quite amazing.  The weather was sun with clouds.  And as you climb up, you can start to appreciate Mt. Lafayette even more.  It was beyond the tree lines!  There was a spot just under the summit where it took you to a grand view of the valley under.  The 93 was zigzagging underneath, and it stretched far beyond.  My friend and I took turns to take picture on the spot.  And if you too a wide shot or a panorama, squeeze Mt. Lafayette and 93 into a frame, it is beautiful.  The all the other white mountains were in different shade of blue.  It was quite a few.  

We started to eat the sandwich we made ourselves early into the trail.  Because we both had breakfast quite early.  I even prepared 海苔 as a finger food.  I made sandwich with egg avocado spread, bacon and 海苔,smashed between two pieces of sandwich bread.  It was lovely.  If I say so myself.  My friend made tuna salad with some nuts and a sausage from whole food beef jerky section.  I have to say that sausage is pale in comparison Greenridge farm beef sticks.  We had our lunch at about 3 pm.  Because it's a ski area.  There is a lift and tram station and indoor sitting with food and beverage right below the summit.  I was expecting to see a 4 lb brownie.  But it's not being sold today.  There's a watch tower on the summit with 360 views.  Very windy.  Quite a few people there, a lot more than on the trail.  Somebody was joking that she will try coming up from trail next time.   Some people were serious though, they had 40 lb backpacks with camping gears and everything.  There're extension of trails around CM, I guess those people were doing a multi-days hiking.  Some people are doing one way hiking.  For example, we met a woman and a child, who claimed to be from Maryland, but the woman was from Russia.  We were looking for a path to the summit, they asked us if we were from the parking lot.  I was a bit confused at first, they explained they came up from the tram and wanted to go down hiking.  We told them the condition of the trail and some other pointers.  As we headed down, we met another couple, an older pair, they saw us and was joking, we met again, this time we are going up.  We met them on the way up, they were trying to climbed down then.  But must've found it difficult, so came backup for the tram.  

We were discussing briefly ourselves, should we use the tram to go down.  But just very briefly.  I know if I went down the tram, I'd kick myself.  But there were moments I said to myself, why on earth would I find this much trouble for myself!?  It was a lot harder on the knees on the way down.  And because of wet rocks, we need to slide with our feet and butt in some places, I was scared for my knees.  And this time, I was surprised to actually find people coming up!?  Maybe they are doing a multi-day hiking?  Don't know...  Anyway, we skid, squat, walked, ran, sliding, falling, until we finally reach the parking lot.  It's so weird that I can feel the parking lot just by the temperature!  It was hot yesterday!  But when I was in the mountain, I did not notice anything.  We spent 1 hr 45 min down climbing down.  Compared the the 3 hr climbing up.  

On the way back, we tried China Buffet, I haven't been there for 1 year and some months.  There were still quite some people there.  Food was alright, but the variety was cut.  It was a regret to China Buffet, because mom prepared much better food, 杏仁豆腐 和肉醬麵。。。  

I have to say, I really appreciate the challenge.  I wish to go do another one this year, after I recover a little.  

On a side note: I saw so many dead animals by the high way, including 2 deers and 1 black bears, which sat by the high way slumping like he's resting.  But I'm pretty sure, he's dead...  It's very sad that we created high way for our convenience but cut other animals out.  At this modern time, we really need to think a way to lessen the impact of high way around animals' habitat.  I read somewhere that people are building path under or over highways to so animals can safely cross them.  


Pei Lan 阿姨給他兒子的信

 


佩蘭阿姨的兒子在三年前就在問這個問題。  他似乎很想知道有關他母親的事情。  這個月佩蘭阿姨就寫了封信告訴她兒子,自己四十歲以前的歷程。  佩蘭阿姨娓娓道來,平舖直述,相信會給他兒子多一些瞭解。  



6/21/2021

The 1st 40 years of my life

 

Dwight asked me to tell him about the 1st 40 years of my life, because he was born when I was 40 and he said he would like to know my life before he was born. 

40 years can not be briefly described in a few words, but I will write some what I think was important events, and hopefully these events can give Dwight some enlightenment.


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Whenever I thought about my childhood, a picture will show up that all of us kids were asleep, but my mother was writing letter under a very dim light to my dad far away. 

My dad was a crewman for a national shipping company and left China for oversees just before the communist occupied the whole China and closed the door of the whole country. He can never return. At the time my oldest sister was 6, me and my twin sister was 3 and my younger brother was yet to be born.

I remembered my grandfather was always secretly listening to the radio trying to hear news from the other world to see if he can hear anything about his son. Almost everyday at lunch time there were local government officials come to visit and chatting with the adults, I think they were trying to find out  my dad’s where about.

At my family my older sister knows how to please my mother and also to share feelings with her, so my mother was emotionally very close to her.

My mother was raised in a pretty rich family. Her father owned several clothing store. After emancipation, the store was closed, but my mother’s suitcase was filled with clothing material.  At that time, people only wear black or gray, those colorful material was probably confiscated during cultural revolution.

During those years my grandparents were still young about 50+/- years. But my grandfather’s business had been failed and he has no income, when there is no information about my dad, we lost the income source. We can only pawn some house items and my mother worked on bookkeeping and knitting sweater to make money. I remembered that we had a very big table in the living room, on there laid many layers of bed sheets, and those bed sheets was cut into many shoe soles, everyone in the family sewed the shoe soles together for sale. My uncle often times contributes for our living expenses too. We later got connected with my dad through friends in Hong Kong, the happiest time comes when we received his letter and money.

While we were in the elementary school in China, we were told to pick up any kind of iron material in the streets, collected by school and turned to government to make iron tools. They also taught us to grow vegetables, and we had a practice garden. We also were trained to walk. I remembered the whole school slept in a big hall and get up real early to walk to a mountain nearby. Our school seems to emphasize the development of our physical and academic and practical learning. I was able to walking a lot since very young age. 

It was early 1958, mother, me and my twin sister and my brother are leaving Suzhow to meet my dad! I think the reason my sister left behind was that it was the government policy to leave one behind, my sister was in the junior high and through education she believed in communism, so she was willing to stay. My mother said “when we are settled down, I will come back to take you.” however my mother and my sister was apart forever, after China opened door to the world, my sister brought her two daughters to Japan only to see my mother’s picture at my dad’s house in Japan! It was 1981. My mother was passed in 1980. My sister broke into cry very loudly. 

When we left SuChou in 1958, it was Chinese New Year, our relatives and friends gave us a lot of candy and snacks for us to enjoy on the road. At that time everything has quota, my mother has to go to the market at dawn with her quota tickets in a big line to get every day needs. Only during Chinese New Year we have some extra, yet they gave their extra to us, what an unforgettable friendship. When we left China I remembered clearly that the boarder custom confiscated both mine and my twin sister’s gold ring on our fingers.

We left Suchow to Shanghai via train, we visited our uncle in Shanghai and continue to Guangzhou by train that was a three days and two night’s riding. Guangzhou looked very desolate at the time but we can see the other side of the river there are houses with bright lights, which was Kowloon or Hong Kong. Which gave me a deep impression.

We went to Macao via Steamship, I saw gentleman wearing suit and tie and they looked surprisingly handsome to me, in China, people wearing the gown or robe in same style and same color.

When we arrived Macao, we were received by Taiwan Salvation Association and treated as refugees. We lived in a Chinese family. My mother went to meet with association member often,(they need to make sure we are not spy) and we kids went to a refugee school.`That is indeed a refugee school, every classroom taught 2 grades, 1st & 2nd grades in one class, so was 3rd and 4th grades, and I was in the 5th & 6th grades classroom. 

And between classrooms, there is no wall, just separated by iron wires, so I can hear the teacher speak at 3rd & 4th grade. We were provided some cookies every morning, but I do not remember what I had learned. Only remember they teach Abacus and English, but I didn’t remember the 26 letters of English when we left that school. However my brother, my twin sister and I all enjoyed it’s playground at the school.

Macao is a very quite little city, belonged to Portugal, there I have many “1st time” life experiences. For example, I saw a black man ( I think was from Congo) his eyes is super bright and his teeth was super white.  I can still see him when I close my eyes. I was chasing by a dog; My grandmother raised cat but I have never seen a dog in China, once I saw a dog on the street, I was afraid and started to run and he was chasing, I was still trembling after I entered my house. I was afraid of dogs since then until I saw Clayton’s family, they all raise dogs and I learned to fond of dogs now. In Macao, there are lots of Papaya trees I have never seen before and the fruits of which tasted very strange to me to begin with, but I got to like papaya more and more, when we arrived Taiwan we are happy to find that papaya is abundant in Taiwan.

From Macao we passed by Hong Kong and arrived Keelung Port in Taiwan via steamboat, we met our dad. That was still 1958. I think my mother has to be the most emotional. I did not remember how I felt then, I believed when my dad saw his son at 9 years old the 1st time, he must felt overwhelmed!

After we arrived Taiwan, we learned that in Taiwan, the entrance examination is highly competitive, we started in the 5th grade, and study became our 1st priority. We finished elementary, middle school and high school and graduated from college. At the same time, at China, the other side of Taiwan Straits, people had lived through the 3-year famine, several political movement and most terribly The Cultural Revolution,  when my mother heard that my sister has to stop schooling a the age of 16, she felt really hurt, even affected her health. 

Our life in Taiwan was also under a tight budget, my dad at first was a manager of General Affairs on the steamship and back home every 6 month, later on he started to work in the office at Taipei, and then he was transferred to work in Tokyo Japan. My mother went to join him when my brother graduated from college and went to army training.

After I graduated from National Taiwan University, I worked as assistant for a professor for two years, then became demographic analyst in a project with United Nation in the Ministry of the Interior, when Taiwan withdrew from UN, I passed Taiwan High Examination and was appointed to work at highway department in the Ministry of the Interior. At that time, it was a trend for college graduates to study abroad, I followed the trend to pursuit a master’s degree in Agricultural Economics at University of Arizona actually to please my mother.  That was 1974, I was 28 years old.

University of Arizona was located at Tucson Arizona.   There the climate is like desert, it is very hot during the day and is very cold at night. I jointed Tuscon Chinese Bible Study Group and accepted Jesus into my life, it was there, the love and concern of brothers and sisters accompany me for the first two years of my studying in the foreign land.  It had also improved my shy and reticent personality.

When I first considering to go abroad, I had decided that I have to preserve the one year tuition and living expense into two years, I can not save tuition, so I was in a strict budget for my living expenses. Luckily, I tutored Chinese language to the America Born Chinese children, and was paid $28.00 per month. That was my monthly living expense besides dorm rental. I remember at times I felt hungry in the afternoon and went to the student center, looking around and see people drinking coffee and eating dessert, I just filled a cup of water and pull in 3 little package of sugar and drink it. That is free. After I passed my theses presentation, I finally went to student center ordered a piece of pie. That summer, I was lucky to spent 3 months with a professor to do research and when I left Tucson I found my bank account has more then $5000.00 which was more then the $4400.00 in which $3600 I brought from Taiwan and my dad gave me $800 in Japan.  I was very proud of myself.

I went to Lubbock to pursue PhD in Economics. I had Teaching assistant salary and so I was never worried about money thereafter. We had a round-table class in which our professor Dr. Taylor demand that every student participate in discussion and make comments in class, but I was too timid to join the discussion. An American student sitting beside the Professor told me after the class ” Polly, your round-table in class discussion grades are all zero” I finally realized that my personality is not suitable to become an Economist! I quickly changed my degree program and graduated as a master in economics. 

However as a foreign student, if I want to stay in the US, I must find

 a job and within 18 month I must get work permit and wait for green card (legal resident status). I found an accounting clerk job at a garage door shop,  that is not a professional position and so it is hard to apply as H1 status. My employer said they will help me. At that time, I also joined Houston Chinese Church and their young people group. 

In 1979 my mother came to visit my brother in Boston and me in Houston and back to TAIWAN to see my twin sister she just gave birth to her 1st son Jack. During that time, my mother had a fall and eventually had coma and passed away after a month stay in the hospital. She was only 60 years old. I quit my job before she passed and decided to go home to say bye to her. At the time I have no reluctant to give up my job, but according to the rule of green card application, I have to go back to the old job if I get my green card status. I called my attorney, he said he will transfer my application to American Institute in Taiwan.

I went back to Taiwan in 1980, after mother’s funeral I went to Tokyo to accompany with my dad and to organize my mother’s belongs. During the two months, I was feeling sad, but also very relaxed. Before leaving Taiwan I was referred to work for an economic research center by my professor in Taiwan University. My dad took me to see a lot of Japan’s attractions. After returned to Taipei, my work made me feel that I did not waste my degrees and as dignified as a professional now. However after more then a year, I received a letter from American Institute in Taiwan stating that I can interview for green card. But they said I must prove that I was not deported, I can turn in my airplane ticket as proof. But I did not keep my airplane ticket. I was not eager to return to the US, but I have to solve this problem. So first I called my former employer, they told me that I was welcome to go back to work at any time. The second, I called my attorney to tell him that I have to prove to the AIT  that I was not deported, surprisingly he  remembered my case, and I received a letter from him with a little note from US immigration in just two weeks! In the letter, he said “I went to immigration office and waited 3 hours to receive this little note, if it is useful to you and you come back to US, you can pay me the balance of $250, if you can not come back to US, you do not have to pay me.” I did own $250 from the total charge of $750 at the time. When I applied for the immigration status, the normal rate was $1800, he only charged 750, it was the lowest charge among all immigration attorneys. How lucky was I, I found the most responsible attorney. I passed the interview, by considering various reasons, I decided to return to the States.

I returned to my old job in 1982, and also returned to the Houston Chinese Church. I hoped to do some advanced accounting work, but I did not feel like to pursue another degree. I realized that I can just take 24 credits of accounting to sit in CPA exam. So I started to go to night classes to study accounting at University of Houston. At that time I was very busy working and studing. I met Clayton again in the Chinese Church, and we got married in 1984 and gave birth to Dwight in 1986. I was preparing exam while I was pregnant. I had a little bleeding, and required 3 days of bed resting, after 3 days, my employer asked me not to go back to work, I was laid off. When I am recollecting these memories, I felt the lay-off seems grief at the time but it was actually God’s blessing to me. I was laid off so that I have time to prepare for the exam, and finally I became a Certified Public Account in 1989. This certificate did not bring me wealth or fame, but afterwords, my employment was much smoother.



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Dwight, my life was not always smooth, I hope your life is better than mine, I want to remind you that if you believe in God, He will always be your help!






 




Sunday, June 20, 2021

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我昨天和我媽說我會有這種大吵大鬧的火實在是因為我實在不知道要說甚麼好?  該怎麼說,說甚麼,什麼時候說;我一直想這些問題,就是找不到答案。  在同一時間裡,我很清楚我自己在朝著不高興的地方走,我不斷想到王叔叔說的:「和你老媽還那麼認真嗎?」  所以我一直和自己說 why be so serious.  這樣想一點幫助都沒有。 最後是完全炸開了。  

講話是一種直覺,如果有甚麼疙瘩,我就不知道要怎麼講下去。  我小學時聽老師說話到口邊要想一想再講。  可是當時我的反應是,想了就不講了。  我好像是自己的 omen。  另一方面,我要盡可能避免爭吵,就拼命想怎麼講。  我現在想我是絕不可能知道怎麼講的。  

這個大吵大鬧的問題實在令我恐懼了這三年。  在馬斯康的最後一年實際上發生了兩次。  第二次,我走人。  之後,我實在非常恐懼。  所有的工作場所,我是極度收斂。  盡量不跟其他人做任何多餘的來往。  可是還是有類似的情況, 兩次是 Charm,但是在 C 的第二次是我感覺被威脅。  在做郵差的時候,我知道我有好幾次開車的時候有非常激烈異常的情緒,還好是 Middleton,不然的話,那樣開車是很糟糕的。  

我真的很想和別人聊天講話,可是為什麼這麼困難。  不僅僅是說笑,而是可以講話。  為什麼這麼困難。  這直接影響我工作的情況,和家人的相處。  我媽昨天一整天沒和我說話,直到我去找他。  他說我這樣突然的爆炸,對他的健康極為損壞。  他寧可天天對著聖經也不要和我在一起一下下。  他說,我明明可以好好講話,即使是說要爬上椅子前不是應該要判斷椅子穩不穩,也行。  但是我就是大發脾氣,坐在地上要死要活的。  好像我就是覺得只要是我說的,就是對的。  沒有另外的可能。  可這正是我覺得他是這樣想的。  

我實在很怕他會生氣,結果我自己因為聽的不舒服,而愈加暴怒,最後怒上加怒,遏止不住,就破堤而出。  即使是現在,我知道兩天前的餘緒依然存在。  而且仍令我內心震動。 

我依然不知道怎麼辦。  寫了也沒有令我自己舒服。  

Saturday, June 19, 2021

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 I wish I would keep this to myself.  That cursed mouth.  That cursed tongue.  


Mom and I were walking at wakefield lake.  That's a long walk for her.  It's been a long time now that she has trouble walking because she broke her knee once.  She was doing something, possibly laundry, and one of the light went off.  So she took a chair we kept in the basement.  She climbed on it, but the chair was designed kind wobbly, she lost her balance and fell.  From then on, she has trouble walking.  

Those chairs were remnants from my uncle.  When we hurried out of my uncle's house after constant commotion during our first 6 months at state side, uncle gave us some of his old furniture.  During our 1 year stint with a rental property, he told me those chairs were wobbly and told me to warn my mom not to stand on it.  It's wobbly, everybody can see that.  My mom should not stand on it.  In my mind, I was laughing at the idea that my mom would even attempt to climb those chairs.  

My mom constantly bring the incident up because the injury never really go away.  In the beginning, she say it was all because of uncle for he gave us these wobbly chairs.  Once my uncle heard about the fall, the first thing he said was he already told me to warn her.  My mom was surprised to hear it.  Because in her recollection, I had never told her.  The problem for me now is I was the cause of the fall.  I cannot remember I told her either.  After being asked by uncle and my mom, I kept asking that question.  At first I admitted I did not tell her.  She said if I had had told her,  she would've thrown those chairs out a long time ago.  But now through so many year, I guess I wish to find a way to relieve myself of the quilt, I started to feel that in some occasion, I must've told her.  But of course, I am not sure at all.  

Yesterday we were walking at wakefield lake.  She told me the same story again.  I am extremely upset every time I hear it.  And this time too.  Seeing me being this upset, she said when she said something if I had something to say I should say it too.  I just could not hold my tongue, I told her that hearing the story again was just unbearable, it's like a murderer being confronted with a reality: what can he do in the face of what he has done.  And I also said I could not believe you really get up on the chair.  Did she not see how wobbly it was??  Nothing went right from that point on.  

When I heard the story, I kept telling myself, don't be so serious.  When she first started to notice my upset, she kept telling me, it's the truth, it's a fact.  I guess the truth set her free.  But I cannot face the reality.  

You know what would eric or roger do?  they would've thrown out those chairs upon seeing them.  I just cannot face hearing the story without agitation.  She said she cannot tell even aunt PL about uncle, and I do wish that she could at least say it to me.  How come I cannot hold my tongue.  

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Thoughts from yesterday

 I watched an Italian movie last night.  It was really good.  The  script is clever, the actors are splendid.  It's called Perfetti Sconosciuti, "Perfect Strangers".  But I did not understand the ending so I had to look it up.  I used to think I understand most of stuff I saw, now I can see something I don't know.  

The movie is about a group of old friends getting together at dinner.  They played a dare game of sharing all the calls, messages, and pictures that night.  The setting is only in that apartment, but the director mixed both tension and comedy through out.  It grabbed my attention all the way through.  I do feel a bit contrived about most of their issues.  But the excellent acting and direction kind diminished it a little.  

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"To a curious child's reasonable question 'What are owls for?' the easiest answer is that they are something like cats that  can fly, which enables them to share the cat's work at night"

(from the Book: The owl who liked sitting on Caesar by Martin Windrow)


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Tuesday, June 08, 2021

黑人與小貓 -- 琦君

 黑人與小貓

琦君

    在紐約的地下車站裡,我迷失了方向。 天色已漸漸暗下來。 星期天乘客少,車次也減少一半,車站裡冷冷清清的。 紐約可不像台灣,天黑以後,單身女子最好不要在地下車站裡打轉,因為歹徒實在太多,尤其是黑人。 如果你運氣不好,遇上個醉鬼,很可能會把你推下電車軌道去。 如果遇到帶刺刀的,錢給少了,他會問你願意刺在手膀上還是大腿上。 想到這些,我不由得不寒而慄。 正徬徨中, 一個高頭大馬的黑人已走了過來。 他一手提著個紙盒子,嘴裡輕吹著口哨,看樣子倒不是個醉鬼。 可是側面望過去,他比我高一倍。 只要輕輕撥我一下,就會被撥下軌道,永不得超生了。 我只好默默祈求菩薩保佑,保佑他不是個壞人。 

    記得有個朋友曾對我說過,如果在某種情況下,你有點害怕面對的那個人,就索性和他搭訕著說話,他即使有什麼意圖,也會礙於 「面子」 ,不好下手了。 這種心裏是很微妙的。 於是我壯壯膽子,清清喉嚨,禮貌地向他動問:「這位先生,請問到皇后區應當搭哪一號車?」 他馬上說:「 啊,相當複雜,得換三次車呢,我有一段和你同路,我帶你走。」 

    在這種情況之下,我能不硬著頭皮跟他走嗎? 車來了,我跟他一起上了車,面對面坐下來。 一節車廂就只我和他兩個人。 過了一站, 上來一個,又是黑人。 我的天,運氣真壞,心裏馬上想起中學時英文老師給我講的猜謎故事:

    三個黑人和三個白人要一同渡過一條河,小小的渡船每次只能容兩個人。 但留在岸上的黑人人數不能超過白人,否則的話,白人就會被黑人吃掉。 問: 六個人要怎樣的方式,才能安全渡到對岸。 記得當時是答出來了。 可是現在我的境況是二對一,自己雖不是白人,到底也不是黑人,是不是有被吃掉的危險呢? 擡頭看看,那個緊急鈴距離我頭頂非常遠 ( 每一節車廂都有個緊急鈴以防萬一 ) 。 我又不能再移坐到緊急鈴的下邊去。 心理狂跳著,卻只好做出若無其事的神情,掏出一本書來看,再下一站,另外一個黑人下車了,上來好幾個白人,這下我心理上才解除警報。 同時決定,當他叫我下車時,我就謝謝他,說自己改變主意不去皇后區了。 等他下車後,我再請教另一位乘客,這回得找個白人。 可是車一停他就說:「 我們該在這裏下。」 我實在無法拒絕,他看來十分誠懇熱心的引導,又身不由己地跟他下了車。 站在月台上等車時,忽然聽見他提的盒子裏發出 「咪嗚咪嗚」 的叫聲,他拍拍盒子,柔聲地說:「 Baby darling, don't cry.」 我不由得向他微微笑了一下,他連忙對我說:「一隻小貓咪,我要把他送給姨娘的。」 

    「哦,一定很可愛吧?」 我的心放下來了,一個愛小動物的人,一定心腸慈悲,一定不會做壞事的。 我又不由得問: 

    「小貓多大了?」

    「兩個月。 很可愛啊! 他們三兄弟姐妹,這隻最機靈,我特地選了送給姨娘。 她坐在輪椅裏好多年了,膝頭上不能沒有一隻貓陪伴她。 上個月,她心愛的老貓死了,她好傷心。」 從他的眼神裏,看出他對長輩親人的關愛,我不但斷定他是個好人,而且對他興起崇敬之心。 話也滔滔地來了。 我告訴他,在臺灣我也有一隻可愛的貓,對我忠心耿耿,可惜我出國後,他竟不肯吃飯而活活餓死了。 

    他連連搖頭說好可憐。 我問他貓和狗,比較喜歡哪一樣? 他說:「 都一樣,人們往往認為狗比貓忠實,其實是人類的判斷錯誤。 我認為公平的愛,就會獲得公平的回報。」 他的語調漸趨低沉,眼中流露出一片至誠。 我正面望著他, 內心非常感動。  細細體味他的話,實在是意義深長。 美國人黑白間的歧視,是不是由於人類判斷的錯誤呢? 

    車來了,我們再上了車,這回我毫不猶豫地 --- 在他旁邊的位置坐下來。 我想知道他的生活情形,兜圈子問他:

    「今天是星期天,你不必上班,比較悠閒吧。」

    「我是救火員。」 他說:「 沒有星期天,但並不每天值班。 有時志願地替代朋友去當班。」

    「 救火工作好緊張,得有很大的犧牲精神啊。」

    他點點頭說:「 做任何工作都得付出一份心力啊!」 

    他的語氣事非常肯定的。 我想起電視上每天都有縱火的社會新聞報導,那些事,不一定全是黑人幹的吧,正如奮勇的救火員,也不一定全是白人吧。 黑白之間,如果彼此在心理上都能平等的看待的話,所得的回報,也必然是公平的了。 

    紙盒裏的小貓咪唔咪唔地叫起來,他輕輕拍著盒子,低聲歌唱, 我仔細地聽著,覺得很耳熟,原來正是我在電視裏聽到過的一隻關於小貓的歌。

Just for once, I'm alone

Just we two, nobody else

But you and me

You are the only one with me, 

But you and me

    歌聲於低沉中帶點寂寞。 黑人的歌喉總是特別好,隨便哼哼都有一份感情。 我忽然想起那年初次訪美時,在拉幸被接待聽一個黑人歌唱家庭合唱的一隻歌:「不要以膚色判斷我」 ( Don't Judge me by skin ) 。 兩鬢蒼白的父親幾乎聲淚俱下,那悲愴的歌聲使我久久難忘。 眼前的這位黑人,他謙卑滿足地以貓為友,是否也有一份被人間冷落的孤寂感呢?

    車又到站了,他指點我下車到對面換另一號車,我們相互揮手告別。 

    我一路回家,心中充滿溫馨,也充滿複雜難言的感觸。 想像那位和藹友善的黑人,把小貓雙手捧到他姨媽懷中時,他們二人臉上浮起的,將是多欣慰的笑容。 唯有彼此關愛的人在一起才不會寂寞,才是真正快樂的。 

    在我這一生裏,不會再遇見這位黑人,但我將永難忘記他輕拍紙盒,低聲為小貓唱歌的神情。 


(我錄自 【我愛動物】 琦君的選集,集子裏錄自【燈景舊情壞】)

那首英文歌好像是 Mr. Rogers 的歌 Just for once.  




Monday, June 07, 2021

Beautiful day in the neighborhood movie afterthought

 I watched half of the news of the world a few weeks back.  It was a heart warming movie.   I think it pushed me to watch Beautiful day in the neighborhood.   Maybe I was caught by the heart warming part.  


The movie was quite engaging.  It was late, my plan was to watch it half way then finish it the next day.  But I finished it in one sitting.  

I think the casting has done an excellent job.  If any actor was less capable, the movie would immediately sink into a conventional generic goody goody nice bio-picture.  But no, Tom Hanks was excellent in the role, and the others as well.  In a way, many had outburst in the movie, but in a constrained manner.  There's an undertone among them.  

The way the director mingled the reality and imaginary was quite exquisite.  It reminds me of another movie, the secret life of walter mitty.  But the tone is totally different.  Walter used imagination to escape, the imaginary images used in this film somehow gave me a feeling of ultra-reality instead!  

The story was a personal one, but not about Mr. Rogers.  I guess it's befitting, I think the feeling I gathered about this Mr. Rogers, he would put kids as a protagonist in his own story.  Let them take center stage, he will be just a guiding force.  

 

Sunday, May 23, 2021

ScienceandArt

 Art and Science, they were mentioned side by side in the classic world.  But now, it was separated.  Art is the one with imagination, Science is the one with all the data.  It's kind weird.  Because Artist usually spills out their inner thoughts through art, so other people can see, hear, or touch what's inside of them.  But science is the opposite, a Scientist is one who observe the outside world, through which he collects data, in numbers, graphics, and other means.  And he uses all the data, to form a concept inside his mind.  It seems totally opposite way to live.  But it's not.  For an artist once expressed his inner imagination, he needs to observe the world again to fuel his imagination.  For scientist, once he formed his concept in his mind, he has an urge to share it with world.  They both observe and express.  They both need to use their hands, perceptions, to do both.  


I was reading Rachel Carson's the sea around us.  She told a fascinating theory about how moon was formed.  With that lyrical words she wrote, a huge painting was formed inside my head.  Such a treat, also an intrigue.  I looked up how moon was formed online.  So many theories.  I was thinking to myself, what an imagination for those scientists to formulate those awesome theories.  When The Sea around us was  written, human had not stepped on the moon yet.  Imagination, an artist's word.  But a scientist used.  I am simply awed.  




Thoughts aboutnba

I never followed NBA as intently after MJ's last ring.  I was following StephCurry this season though.  And it did not disappoint at all.  They had some huge failure.  But they came back in the end.  Although they got pushed out this post season.  I can't wait for the next chapter of StephCurry and Company.  I felt that after the last disastrous loss, SC really led the team by example.  And I still felt the steadiness in his interview.  He's smart enough to understand the question and intent of the question.  But he's also smart enough to answer them, and somehow sincere and honest did not became brashness.  In a way, he did reminded me of a little bit TimDncn.  

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I really like that SkipandShannon's talk is better than stephAandMAX.  I like Skippp because he's genuine, I feel that The show he and ShannonShp created, can sometimes have a good conversation, a good discussion.  But stephAandMAX was all about bashing the other side.  stephA can really have a surprising things to say in a good way.  But still, too much bashing on the other side.  Discussion was kind broken.  I appreciate the respect from SkipandShannon, that respect marks a chasm between 2 shows.  

Many of those talk show was more like a sales/marketing product most of the time.  Not worth the time.  

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This post season looked good.  The play-in adds pressure for the players.  But it did add entertainment value.  

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Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Watched Aliensagain

Aliens was on prime for free, so I watched it again.  
I've watched the movie so many times.  My mom asked me why.  I am not sure why.  The plot?  The characters? The dialogues?  

當我想想,這電影出來的時候,也正是倩女幽魂出來的前一年,在我腦子裡,不由得把兩部電影對比一下,這部電影的特效實在要比倩女幽魂來的高明,至少在我看起來。  當然這兩部的經費也是不能比較的。 

Compare the modern alien series started with Prometheus, 2 things stand out the most.  In the old series, at least the first 2, there are lots of interesting characters other than the protagonist.  The new ones, not so much.  The other thing is that alien was never the real evil in both series, evil is always the human, the corporation, or any man made objects.  The difference between the two is not who is evil, but who represents evil, because, the old series, robot was not real evil, they are just imperfect design.  It is really corporation and corporation agents.  But the modern ones, the robot became the main representation of human evilness.  David = corporation = human evilness

I do like the say there're so many memorable characters in this movie.  So many.  Same as the first alien.  The death scene of Vasque and Gorman was such a weird combo to die together.  I did not like Gorman at first, but I respect some degree of reality he represented.  But that death scene showed him as a real soldier.  And the understanding between Vazque and Gorman in that moment was something.  


I am running the circles again.  

Running in Circle

 Don't know why, but I'm running in circle

I finished transferring an article from one of my mom's book to my blog.  After that, out of nowhere, I started to check if it's in my blog already.  And voila!  Yes, it was, put it in long time ago!  Another day, I did the same thing to another article, I kept thinking, it's an important piece of information.  I gotta put it up so other people can see it too...  No, already did it...  

Then a few days after, I started another project, taking pictures of my old sketches trying to preserve them.  But suddenly, I asked myself, did I do this already?  Well, I found out that I did some...  

I am working half days, and I started to apply for jobs about 2 month ago.  When I am looking at other job, I feel like I'm running in circles again.  Since 2018, I had 5 new jobs.  And I found one thing, doesn't matter what job it is, I am very anxious at any position.  I thought the best job would be the job that I could keep doing it until I go home, Mailman, is such a job.  When I went home after each day, I was tired, unfulfilled. And feeling isolated.  I thought it's because of I was alone on the delivery route.  So I got another job, I worked independently at off sites.  Receive, inventory check, stocking, organizing, emailing, I felt more isolation, unfulfilled, and anxious.  I do think that me and my manager was not communicating well at all.  But that's a whole other story.  Anyway, I changed to my current job, it's very simple, pick, helped packing, restocking.  And only for half days.  But I keeping looking for money, for I made very little money, and lots of free time on my hand.  I was reading some books back then, but again.  I stopped recently.  I want to upload some book readings.  This is progressing rather slowly.  

I looked at jobs, and wonder, maybe I should go back to school?  But what am I going to study?  And how am I going to pay for it?  But mostly just what am I going to study?  I now know that my anxiety stemmed from my not communicating to people around me.  I know this because, if I am anxious and focus totally on work, keeping looking forward to finish the work.  But I look at other people, they are much more relaxed, and joke about stuff.  I immediately knew, my focus on the task at hand, was a way to keep myself away from people.  I don't know why.  



If

 如果你是朝露,我願是那小草

如果你是青天,我願是那白雲

終日與你相依偎,於是我將知道

當我伴著你,守著你時,會是多麼綺麗


如果你是大海,我願是那沙灘

如果你是那陣煙,我願是那輕風

永遠與你相纏綿,於是我將知道

當我伴著你,守著你時,會是多麼甜蜜


(如果作詞施碧梧作曲台肇玫編曲陳志遠)


嘻,在想寶寶和東東。  



Monday, May 03, 2021

HerringRun

     Herring,中文叫做 「鯡魚」 。  第一次聽過是 Mei 說地。  他姊夫好像是一個已退休的生物學教授,三年前他的一個已是教授的學生說要帶他們去看 Herring Run.  那年,我們聽說後,自姊也跑了一趟。 今年,Mei 給我看照片說她姊夫今年已經又去看了。  我等了一個星期後,決定再去一次。  

    媽媽這次說他不要去,下午要和他教會都打過疫苗的姊妹們聚一聚。 他們要玩遊戲,一種桌遊叫做 Sequence.  既然這樣,我就帶了我的腳踏車去,我想這樣可以走更多地方。  我還問問 Mei 要不要一起去,但是他說他現在會過敏,就不去了。  我查了查地圖,發現如果我停在三年前的地方,整個路線實在太短,所以我就著地圖沿著河找到一個比較靠近出海口的公園, 叫做 「魚鷹瞭望公園」 (Osprey Overlook Park)。  我就決定把車開到那兒,希望可以騎久一點。 

    這一路開過去差不多一個小時,沿路車子滿多的。  一方面我是北邊開過去要經過波士頓,一方面天氣還可以。  快要開到目的地的時候, Weymouth 那個地方好像沒有車子一樣,真是奇怪。  開到了目的地,我把腳踏車拿下來後,先參觀了一下 「魚鷹瞭望公園」 的告示牌和地圖。  發現這個公園其實還滿大的,我就先去他們的一個 Loop trail。  我一進去很快的發現這是一個不一樣的地方。  整個地形和風景馬上讓我想到我去莉君賓州的家,他家附近的一條河邊,不知道為什麼。 我覺得這真是一個很有趣的事情。  這河兩岸的型態剛剛在介紹版上好像稱作是 「Salt Marsh」,中文好像是 鹽澤。 有趣的是在河另一邊的鹽澤草岸上豎立著兩個巨大的木架子,看起來好像是鳥巢的樣子。  我拿出了望遠鏡,竭目以望,隱隱看到鳥巢上好像有隻白頭深褐色翅膀的鳥,看起來頗為巨大。  但是一動不動的。  巢裡好像有動靜,可我也不確定。  需要更強力的望遠鏡。。。  今年的春天冷一點,樹葉也都還只是朦朦朧朧的出現中,但即使是這樣,整個河上的風景令我駐足不已。  當時心中已作了決定,我等一下看完了魚,在這裡可以好好逛逛。  

    我騎著腳踏車從公園出發去找三年前我去的那個小公園。  也蠻有趣的,Herring Run 想必是一個滿受歡迎的迎春活動,三年前我們來到 Weymouth,在市中心有一個小公園特別開闢了給人來看 Herring Run。  當年,我們就在這裡看到了一個小溪裡擠滿了鯡魚。 那股感動是特別的,那種強烈的生命力,這麼多的魚,又每一條都排著隊,間距相差無幾的等在水裡,通通朝著一個方向,一有機會,就搖著尾巴震動全身奮力湧上。  也不知道為什麼,也許我已經晚了。 當我再次來到這個市中心的公園時,那條小溪裡並沒有我想像中的擠滿了鯡魚。  相較之下,今年的水量也比前上次來的豐沛。  也許相較之下,魚群也顯得少一點。  這種給魚設計回流魚道通常都是一個一個階梯一樣的設計。  在一段階梯後設計一個又一個的魚池,我想目的是讓魚群可以休息。  我一直往上游騎過去,一路上所有的池子裡都擠滿了魚群。  但是沿路上的小溪都沒有太多魚。  我想我真是晚了。  這次我騎到了一個大湖邊,看看地圖,我想這大概也是魚群的終點了。  風有點大,我拿著望遠鏡觀看著湖邊的風景,突然間,看到一隻魚鷹! 我好高興,可惜沒看到他捉魚,但是我看到他降落在一個樹上。  你一定會覺得看到一隻鳥降落在樹上有啥好說的? 但是,我拿著望遠鏡看著時候,魚鷹降落時伸出抓子,那兩條腿又白又粗。  我還滿感動的。  在真實的情境裡看到,有風吹著,附近的波浪連連,眾樹隨風擺,不知名的鳥環繞。  是不一樣的。  

    回到魚鷹公園,我就開始了我的探險。  我看到一條路通往一個河岸,河岸上遠遠望去有人在釣魚,我就朝著這個方向去。 一開始的路都鋪了柏油,倒是到了河岸後,就都是自然的泥土和砂石。  那河岸有幾個釣魚的人,有一個人甚至穿著連身又防水的釣魚裝,幾乎半個人站在水裡揮動著釣竿。  今天的天氣還是晴時多雲,天上有好多鳥盤旋著,我走走停停,隨時用望遠鏡在空中尋找他們。  這河邊的氣象真是大極了,之前我在 Merrimack River 旁走過一次,那河之大,可是卻沒有發現樣這裡一個鹽澤地,我覺得總是離 Merrimack River 有一段距離。  這裡的河邊很好走,我走過一個轉彎的地方,竟然看到有三個然在划著 Kayak! 我滿吃驚的,也很羨慕,他們有人朝我揮手,大概是看我一直瞪著他們。  我趁機大聲喊問他們,是不是自己帶的 kayak? 他們也很高興的和我喊著,是啊,都是他們自己帶的!  很有趣的遭遇。  

    我騎了一陣子後發現這個河岸已經到了盡頭,得要找路回去了。  我看到高高的樹林裡似乎有路,我就朝著那前進。  騎到一半,我不敢騎了,下了車用推的。  終於過了一個小丘回到了柏油路上。  這時,我突然聽到了尖尖的鳴叫,似乎是一種警告。  我望向遠方的對岸,看到一個鳥巢上巨大的魚鷹居然發出了叫聲。  我循著他的視線,才發現剛剛那三個 Kayak 的人正沿著彼岸滑行。  我是充滿了興奮之情。  其實我剛剛一路騎到河岸時,已經發現那鳥是真的。  但是這魚鷹的叫聲更另一個模糊的影像真正充滿了生命的感覺。  那三個 kayak 的人其實目的還是划船,只是路過。  但是那魚鷹還是起飛繞著岸邊的林子不斷繞圈。  直到划船的人離開。  旁邊一對老爺爺老奶奶帶著孫子從岸邊回來,看我興奮的樣子,對我說, 「You've got a good show going!」  「Totally!」 我說。  

    我繼續上路,想要騎完這個公園的主要道路。  有些地方很陡, 我還得推著車子才能上去。  我又在路上的告示牌了解的這種很在鹽澤地旁高聳著的小丘叫做 Esker 「串珠蛇形丘」 或 「成串蛇丘」 。  真的很特別,解說牌說有九十英尺高,是全美最高的 Esker。  山丘的一邊完全是野生形態,山的另一邊則全是住家公園球場。  我騎到底,再回頭騎回去,回去的路上我不再停留,想知道全程大概要多少時間,回去的路上只花了十分鐘。  我想用走的可能會更累,有些地方真的很陡而且長。  回去的時候,又去了公園裡一個專門瞭望的地方,這次我用望眼鏡尋找魚鷹的蹤跡,那個鳥巢上的魚鷹又一動不動的站在那個鳥巢上,不過又有兩個 kayak 的人划近他想照相,他又飛走了。  我最後一眼望到了另一隻魚鷹,他爪上抓著一條大魚,往彼岸的天空飛去,愈飛愈遠,直到看不到了我才離開。  這個地方可以再來!  

    

Thursday, April 29, 2021

夜鶯讀後感 spoiler alert

spoiler alert, all the secrets were out.   


    I was reading a book called TheNightingale by KristinHanna.  My sister listened the book first and really liked it.  I found a large print version in library and finished the first few chapters and sat on it until the time to renew.  Do not know why.  I really like the first chapter.  But after that, it became a drag.  Most of the middle part was really heavy.  Until Isabelle decided to do something extra ordinary.  Then the description of the first escape, the killing, the failed escape, and Jewish roundup, each segments was really powerful, vivid, and well paced.  I can feel clearly the impact of each storyline.  I was quite impressed.  However, the tone of the story telling was already dreadful.  The concentration camp part did not add much to an already heavy plot line.  And the rape storyline was heavy handed.   I think the rape brought the extra layer of Vianne was not a bad idea.  But the scenes described it was horrendous.  My sister said rape is universal, I understand, for it appeared in movies, and many other media.  But here, I think was used to paint a wicked man rather than showing how sad Vianne's situation was.  I felt the author cannot think other ways to end Vianne's storyline, this became her choice.  At the beginning, I did not like the scenes between Vianne and Beck.  It is like sometimes when I read a story, I can understand the intention of the author, but I also feel the intention fails to resonate in me.  And here's the same thing, I felt that Vianne and Beck line actually worked well.  Because it's a huge impact for Vianne personally, and as a reader, I am able to feel the heavy blow.  But rape, I felt it's rushed and redundant, very cliche, by introducing a character whose only purpose is to torment and gone.  It's author's skill, because it helped to end Vianne's storyline, and connect the past and present with that son of hers.  But redundant, and cliche.  

    I really liked the first chapter, the detailed psychological descriptions of a Mother.  I especially liked the quote "in love you find out what you want to be, in war, you find out what you are."  My sister said there's mystery throughout the book, who's the narrator at year 1995.  And I guessed correctly about 3/5 way through the book.  I think it's interesting that Vianne named her son after her father.   Her father was distant and yet at the end, showed his true love.   Maybe there's a connection?  

Thursday, April 22, 2021

國旗到底是怎麼升上去的?

 國旗到底是怎麼升上去的?


劉平寬 

安徽省鳳陽縣人,民國二十三年生。 曾任臺北市立盲聾學校教師,現任臺北市立啟明學校教師。 著有: 「 盲人的故事」。 

錄自 錦繡天地好文章 張曉風主編


    那是我在盲啞學校執教的第三年。 有天夜裡, 我為一陣清亮甜脆的歌聲驚醒,聽得出來是好些孩子在齊聲唱。 細看夜光表,是深夜兩點。 奇怪! 是那些孩子如此豪情, 竟半夜三更到校園裡去唱歌? 我自己的視力也很弱,仔細傾聽了一下,聽出來是低年級的小盲生,在那裡唱升旗歌。 

    

「國旗!國旗!

迎著朝陽,冉冉升起;

臨風招展,多麼美麗。

青天白日滿地紅,

和平博愛敬大同。

國旗! 國旗!

冉冉升起, 多麼美麗;

我們愛您,向您敬禮。」


    這首歌, 記得是上星期我才教會他們的。 但無論如何現在是半夜兩點了,我想不通他們為什麼會在這時候大伙兒跑到操場上去唱這首歌。 

    我忍不住起床走下樓去,躲在椰子樹後,偷偷遠望。 這才發現四五個小盲生站在升旗臺上,圍著旗杆正嘰哩咕嚕地討論著什麼。 忽然,我聽見旗杆頂上有人興奮地大叫:

    「摸到了! 摸到了! 是一個小輪子啊!」

    下面另一個小盲生也等不及地叫:

    「該我了! 你快下來,該我爬上去看了。」 

    我很著急想制止他們,又不敢大聲喊叫,萬一旗杆頂上的盲生聽到老師來了,嚇得鬆了手掉下來,不是更糟了嗎? 可是不喊叫,小孩子也可能自己掉下來。 任何小孩爬旗杆都是一件危險的事。 更何況他們是瞎眼的小孩; 而此刻又是午夜兩點。 

    過了好一會兒,等旗杆頂上的那個盲生慢慢滑下來了,我才走過去,叫住正要接著往上爬的一位。 

    「 小朋友,你們幹甚麼?」 我急忙說 「 你們不知道半夜沒人的時候來爬這樣細的旗杆是多麼危險的事嗎? 如果跌下來怎麼辦呢?」 

    「 老師,我們盲生沒有升過旗。。。」 

    「 我不是在上課的時候讓你們摸過國旗了嗎? 你們不是摸過白日的十二道光芒嗎? 你們不是曉得青天、白日、滿地紅的位置嗎? 你們不是知道他所代表的自由、平等、博愛的意思嗎?」 

    「可是,老師,學校只讓我們參加升旗典禮。。。」 

     「 老師, 我們知道聽到有人喊口令,聽到樂隊在奏樂,同學在唱國歌,我們還是一直不知道升旗是怎麼一回事?」 

    「所以,老師, 我們偷偷半夜爬起來,想站在升旗臺上,爬到旗杆上,摸摸國旗到底是怎麼升上去的。」 

    我把小盲生趕回去睡了,自己卻久久不能成眠。 國旗到底是怎樣升上去的? 怎樣在我們的國度上飄揚的? 明眼人曾否比小小的盲生付出更多的關懷呢?

    

    後記: 多年前,我曾在一本兒童故事書裡提過這段故事,今蒙曉風女士鼓勵,重新將之整理,一方面也把過程寫得更詳細些。 

    我現在仍在該校執教,自己也由弱視變為全盲,我比從前更了解我的盲生了。 此文由我點字,小女改成一般文字。 

    現在的盲生已和聾啞生分開,獨立為啟明學校,制度上允許盲童用摸索的方法升旗,並由弱視的孩子喊口令。  (錄者註: 此書【錦繡天地好文章】的版本是民國七十一年,第三版)


附註: 有時候會查一查現在作者的狀況看到一個去年的新聞,放上來希望了解,這些事情和人都在我們身邊不遠處,能讀到這些故事是一種幸福,也是一種醒悟,處處還是有溫暖。


南大88歲劉平寬校友 用歌聲感恩母校

劉平寬校友生於安徽鳳陽,原就讀蚌埠天主教崇正女中,時逢徐蚌會戰而停課,跟隨流亡,一路輾轉經南京、杭州、湖南衡山再南下廣州、隨孫立人將軍之女青年隊來臺。來臺後,就讀本校(臺南師範)44級幼師科畢業,於臺北啟明學校任教41年退休。劉校友熱愛音樂與歌唱,與歌樂作曲家李健結為連理,育有「樂,韻、聲、琴」兩兒兩女,她30歲時雖因眼疾失明,憑著對歌唱的喜愛,在先夫的鼓勵下,赴香港盲人音樂訓練所(音樂家邵光主持)修習聲樂,事師趙梅伯教授,返臺任教將音樂的美好傳遞給莘莘學子。

  高齡88歲的劉校友為感念母校培育之恩,特地返校參加畢業65週年級友聯誼會,並舉行中文藝術歌曲演唱會,曲目有《偶然》、《問》、《陽關三疊》等,以及大提琴、長笛、二胡獨奏及三重奏,由其子女與門生協同演出,精彩可期。歡迎音樂同好一起前來聆聽,當日(12月26日)下午1時40分起免費入場,為落實防疫,14日內有發燒或類流感等疑似症狀者,以及有疫情流行地區旅遊史或確診病例接觸史者請勿參加,參加者採實名制入場,並請自備口罩全程佩戴。


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Wednesday, April 21, 2021

first love, kids

 妞子的 「初戀」

李欣

錄自極短篇三。聯合報叢書


    一天, 九歲的嬌女兒回家,忸怩不安地叫著:

    「媽。。。」 她看來比平常多了幾分嬌氣,小粉臉紅紅的。

    「什麼事?」 我正在廚房剝大蒜。

    「沒有,算了!」 她一溜煙跑了。

      晚飯後,手上的蒜味多少洗掉了,倒沒能洗去女兒 「異常」 表現所帶來的不安。 自問雖不是賢妻,卻常自封為良母,於是找到在她房間內塗塗畫畫的女兒:

    「剛才你好像有什麼話要跟我說的。。。」 我用了心理學家建議的開場白。 

    「。。。」 小臉上又飛起了紅雲。

    「說吧,什麼事?」 還是這法子比較直接了當。

    「你發誓不告訴哥哥!」 她說。 

    「我發誓! 我發誓!」

    「噓,小聲點。」 

    「好,小聲! 小聲!」

    「伊曼諾。。。好像喜歡我。」 她說。

    「噢!」 我用著最若無其事的語氣,「 伊曼諾是誰?」 

    「 我班上的男生。」 

    「 噢!」 

    「 他跟別的男生不一樣,他不罵人,也不髒,他說我們女生很乖,我更乖。。。」

    「 對, 更乖。」 我說。

    「 你知道嗎,他也有一隻印度豬 (天竺鼠也) , 他說要來看我的豬。。。」 

    「 什麼時候來?」 

    「 不知道!」 

    談話到此終結,看來妞子認為沒有必要再談下去, 我也 「 知趣」 地退出她房間, 並帶了滿腦子的問號: 伊曼紐, 印度豬。。。

    第二天放學後,妞子身後多了一個影子, 是個比她矮半個頭, 長了一頭捲髮, 拖了兩筒鼻涕 (的確不髒) 的小男生。 他手裡捧了個毛茸茸的東西--- 他的 「豬」。 兩個人吱吱喳喳地說著,做著功課,喝著果汁,吃著零食;這樣持續了幾個星期後,伊曼諾不見了,女兒往日的 「好友」 凱倫、麗地西亞等又恢復了她們原有的地位。  

    我終於忍不住了。

    「 妞子,伊曼諾呢?」

    「伊曼諾?」 

    「 對, 那個男生。」 

    「 噢, 他!」 女兒嘆了口氣, 「 他變壞了!」 

    「噢?」 

    「 他罵我們是肥肥胖胖的臭土豆!」 

    「噢?」 

    「 我們罵他是又臭又髒的大笨豬!」 女兒說著又嘆了口氣, 「唉, 他跟別的男生一樣壞了!」 

    一場轟轟烈烈的 「 初戀」 就這樣無疾而終。 

    記得自己小時候, 小學男女分班,中學男女分校。 到了大學,突然間不但男女同校,甚至可以同坐一條長板凳, 這種自由, 使人頓覺眼花撩亂、手足無措。 對待 「 男生  」 , 或是拿出孫二娘的本領, 張牙舞抓、磨刀霍霍; 或是語無倫次、呆若木雞, 如此這般地折騰了不知多少年, 竟也結了婚, 回想起來, 雖有驚無險, 但總覺那時候的教育方法,虧欠了我些什麼!

    女兒似乎初嘗 「幻滅 」 的滋味, 或許這種早期的 「感染 」 , 會增加以後歲月中地 「免疫力」 吧!


六十九年十月二十二日

Wedding invitation

 喜帖

王清元

錄自極短篇三。聯合報叢書

    「是陳重流先生嫁女兒的帖子。」 忍不住問: 「媽,陳重流是誰?」

    陳免多受震撼般,並沒馬上回答兒子的問話。 慶堂追問,她才驚醒道:「是你二舅! 阿母生母彼邊的二舅。」

    「哦---,二舅哦? 二舅是二舅,對面都不相識!」

    她心痛如絞,不能怪兒子說話沒天理,事實上他確實不認識。 近二十年來---從丈夫生意失敗,搬到小城居住--- 他二哥從沒來過,甚至過門而不入。 她深知二哥仰上不垂下,所以當她知道二哥過門不入,為了自尊,為使子女得免身受,他* 發誓有生之年,竭力使 「家」 所寸進。 

    她生母生有七子五女,她是四女, 所以名叫 「免多」,妹妹叫 「氣足」。 她生沒四十天即送為養女。 白雲悠悠幻如蒼狗,兄弟姐妹間有逝去的,有離鄉生活的。 近二十年來,念著手足之情而往來的,她兒子當然認得誰是排行第幾的舅舅、姨媽。

    「要不要去? 還是寄個紅包?」 慶堂問。 心中有為母親抱屈的感覺。 

    「當然去!」 陳免多挺挺胸,呼口氣道:「以前你二舅不認我這小妹,我就嘸驚人批評。 現在伊記得有小妹,我哪能不知伊是二兄? 我還要帶你去,還讓你認識二舅。」


六十九年五月二十九日


Sunday, April 04, 2021

新詩。 遺書羅葉

翻看自己的網誌,看到一首新,讀了讀,實在令我快樂。  在網路上找找作者,竟發現他已過世,可惜。  看到這首詩,鈔下來,希望別忘記。   



遺書 ◎‪羅葉‬

 
有一天你或許悲泣
但別崩潰成散亂的拼圖
我無法湊齊破碎的你
果真你竟笑了出來
那也同樣令我愉快
我們的友誼無關乎生命的存在
 
你可以把我忘記
但別將我深埋在心底
因我盼望作一次火浴
之後隨風飄散我的剩餘
無須葬禮,不用墳場
你知道的,我喜歡流浪
 
若有音樂,哼我愛聽的那曲
若有醇酒,斟我嗜飲的一杯
也許為我出薄薄的詩集
但不必寫長長的序
追求的我已空無所有
這秩序繽紛的世界
就留給你整理
 
若有久別的朋友來尋
請轉告他們我去哪裡
此後可有人間的消息已無妨
我只是掛念你
 
--
 
◎詩人簡介

 
羅葉,本名羅元輔,1965年生,台灣宜蘭人,早在建國中學擔任校刊《建中青年》編輯時期,開始大量閱讀現代詩,從瘂弦到余光中,並開始創作,寫下〈蟬的發芽〉,「…時間正潛沉如殼如罈之胸懷/我在時間的胸懷中隱隱膨脹,默默數聽/默默中我將在冷冷之上/更高的秩序中生長」。
 
1983年進入台大後,逐漸展露才華。大三時,主編台灣大學法學院刊物《台大法言》,並投身台大學運,創辦地下刊物《自由之愛》,其創刊詞「讓我們嘗試檢驗真理的體質/就在土生土長的這塊土地上/我們什麼都該重新認識/百分百的自由與/沒有仿冒的愛」,揭示他對社會正義的堅持與追求。
 
羅葉先後任職於《南方》、《民進報》、《新新聞》、《自立晚報》、《香港明報》等,並曾於華岡藝校、永和社大、宜蘭社大,作品散見於各報藝文版,曾獲全國學生文學獎、教育部文藝創作獎、聯合報文學獎新詩大獎、中央日報文學獎、中國時報新詩獎、林榮三文學獎新詩首獎等。
 
1998年,羅葉因遺傳性宿疾併發腦中風,腦部手術後,返回鄉宜蘭養病,再回到教室,教授閱讀和寫作。最後,用僅剩餘的生命參與創辦宜蘭慈心華德福教育實驗國民中小學,用鋤頭、用文字,耕耘出一處樸質、自由的校園,直到2010年初病逝。

Saturday, April 03, 2021

Poems from Out of Africa

Rose-lipped maidens, light foot lads


(It's from A. E. Housman's Shropshire Lad:


With rue my heart is laden

For golden friends I had,

For many a rose-lipt maiden

And many a lightfoot lad.


By brooks too broad for leaping

The lightfoot boys are laid;

The rose-lipt girls are sleeping

In fields where roses fade.)

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The Last monologue:

Mail has come today and a friend writes this to me:

The Masai have reported to the district commissioner of Ngong    

that many times at sunrise and sunset

they have seen lions on Finch Hatton's grave.

A lion and a lioness have come there

and stood, or lain on the grave for a long time.  

After you went away,

the ground around the grave was leveled out

into sort of a terrace.

I suppose the level place 

makes a good site for the lions.

From there they have a view over the plain,

and the cattle and game on it.

Denys will like that.

I must remember to tell him.  


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Karen read the poem at the funeral:


To an Athlete dying young by AE Houseman
The time you won your town the race  
We chaired you through the market-place;  
Man and boy stood cheering by,  
And home we brought you shoulder-high.  
  
To-day, the road all runners come,    
Shoulder-high we bring you home,  
And set you at your threshold down,  
Townsman of a stiller town.  
  
Smart lad, to slip betimes away  
From fields where glory does not stay, 
And early though the laurel grows  
It withers quicker than the rose.  
  
Eyes the shady night has shut  
Cannot see the record cut,  
And silence sounds no worse than cheers 
After earth has stopped the ears:  
  
Now you will not swell the rout  
Of lads that wore their honours out,  
Runners whom renown outran  
And the name died before the man. 
  
So set, before its echoes fade,  
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,  
And hold to the low lintel up  
The still-defended challenge-cup.  
  
And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,  
And find unwithered on its curls  
The garland briefer than a girl’s.


Then Karen Continued:

Now take back the soul of Denys goerge finch hatton

whom you have shared with us 

he brought us joy and we loved him well

he was not ours

he was not mine.  


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Laugh loud and long all the while his eyes went to and fro

ha ha says he, full flame the devil knows how to roll

farewell farewell but this i tell thee the wedding guest

he prayth well who loved well

both man the bird and the beast (not a complete rendition... the complete rendition was below in bold)

(The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834)

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May'st hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a ship,' quoth he.
'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye--
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.

The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon--'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'

'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!--
Why look'st thou so?'--With my cross-bow
I shot the ALBATROSS.

PART II
The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo!

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assurèd were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

PART III
There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye,

When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.

At first it seemed a little speck,
And then it seemed a mist;
It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it neared and neared:
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tacked and veered.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape they heard me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in.
As they were drinking all.

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!

The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.

And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres?

Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that woman's mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!'
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out;
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.

We listened and looked sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seemed to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;
From the sails the dew did drip--
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The hornèd Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly,--
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!

PART IV
'I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.

I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand, so brown.'--
Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
This body dropt not down.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.

The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.

I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.

I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.

I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay dead like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.

The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they:
The look with which they looked on me
Had never passed away.

An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.

The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside--

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmèd water burnt alway
A still and awful red.

Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.

O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessèd them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

PART V
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.

The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.

My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
I was so light--almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.

And soon I heard a roaring wind:
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.

The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.

And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge,
And the rain poured down from one black cloud;
The Moon was at its edge.

The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

The loud wind never reached the ship,
Yet now the ship moved on!
Beneath the lightning and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.

They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.

The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son
Stood by me, knee to knee:
The body and I pulled at one rope,
But he said nought to me.

'I fear thee, ancient Mariner!'
Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest!
'Twas not those souls that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest:

For when it dawned--they dropped their arms,
And clustered round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
And from their bodies passed.

Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
Then darted to the Sun;
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mixed, now one by one.

Sometimes a-dropping from the sky
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!

And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the heavens be mute.

It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their tune,
And the ship stood still also.

The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fixed her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion--
Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.

Then like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay,
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life returned,
I heard and in my soul discerned
Two voices in the air.

'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man?
By him who died on cross,
With his cruel bow he laid full low
The harmless Albatross.

The spirit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow,
He loved the bird that loved the man
Who shot him with his bow.'

The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done,
And penance more will do.'

PART VI
'But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing--
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?'

'Still as a slave before his lord,
The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast--

If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him.'

'But why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?'

'The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.

Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
Or we shall be belated:
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the Mariner's trance is abated.'

I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather:
'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with which they died,
Had never passed away:
I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
Nor turn them up to pray.

And now this spell was snapt: once more
I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen--

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.

It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too:
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze--
On me alone it blew.

Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed
The light-house top I see?
Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
Is this mine own countree?

We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray--
O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep alway.

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn!
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the Moon.

The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock:
The moonlight steeped in silentness
The steady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent light,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ! what saw I there!

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.

This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light;

This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer;
My head was turned perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.

The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

I saw a third--I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
The Albatross's blood.

PART VII
This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countree.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve--
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.

The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
'Why, this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights so many and fair,
That signal made but now?'

'Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said--
'And they answered not our cheer!
The planks looked warped! and see those sails,
How thin they are and sere!
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were

Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.'

'Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look--
(The Pilot made reply)
I am a-feared'--'Push on, push on!'
Said the Hermit cheerily.

The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.

Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
I moved my lips--the Pilot shrieked
And fell down in a fit;
The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
And prayed where he did sit.

I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro.
'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row.'


And now, all in my own countree,
I stood on the firm land!
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.

'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'
The Hermit crossed his brow.
'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say--
What manner of man art thou?'

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The wedding-guests are there:
But in the garden-bower the bride
And bride-maids singing are:
And hark the little vesper bell,
Which biddeth me to prayer!

O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company!--

To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends
And youths and maidens gay!

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.


He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.)