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喬叟 » 週四 1月 26, 2006 1:21 pm
讀這首詩立刻令我想起莎翁聲籟第七十一首( Sonnet No. 71) 仔細數一數也正是十四行﹗古今東西互相比較一下，果然是有異曲同工之處。我把莎翁的詩原文附上。陳黎網站有中譯(
http://www.hgjh.hlc.edu.tw/~chenli/lovepoetry2.htm)，可惜譯文並非完美。
Sonnet No. 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
喬叟問好
