Teaching Materials
詩(Poetry)
| To be, or not to be, that is the question--------- |
活下去還是不活：這是問題。 |
| Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer |
要做到高貴，究竟該忍氣吞聲 |
| The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, |
來容受狂暴的命運矢石交攻呢， |
| Or to take arms against a sea of trouble, |
還是該挺身反抗無邊的苦惱， |
| And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-------- |
掃它個乾淨？死，就是睡眠 |
| No more; and, by a sleep to say we end |
就這樣；而如果睡眠就等於了結了 |
| The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks |
心痛以及千百種身體要擔受的 |
| That flesh is heir to; ‘tis a consummation |
皮肉之苦，那該是天大的好事， |
| Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--------- |
正求之不得啊！死，就是睡眠； |
| To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there’s the rub, |
睡眠，也許要作夢，這就麻煩了！ |
| For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, |
我們一但擺脫了塵世的牽纏， |
| When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, |
在死的睡眠裡還會做些什麼夢， |
| Must give us pause; there’s the respect |
一想到就不能不躊躇。這一點顧慮 |
| That makes calamity of so long life. |
正好使生命變成了長期的折磨。 |
| Hamlet (One Shakespeare Play) |
哈姆雷特(莎士比亞劇本) |
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1. Sonnet#130 (William Shakespeare) |
第一三O首十四行詩 (莎士比亞) |
| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; |
我的情人的眼睛絕不像太陽； |
| Coral is far more red than her lips' red: |
紅珊瑚遠遠勝過她嘴唇的紅色： |
| If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; |
如果髮是絲，鐵絲就生在她頭上； |
| If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. |
如果雪算白，她胸膛就一味暗褐。 |
| I have seen roses damasked, red and white, |
我見過玫瑰如緞，紅里透白， |
| But no such roses see I in her cheeks, |
但她的雙頰，賽不過這種玫瑰； |
| And in some perfumes is there more delight |
有時候，我的情人吐出氣息來， |
| Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. |
也不如幾種熏香更教人沉醉。 |
| I love to hear her speak, yet well I know |
我挺愛聽她說話，但我很清楚 |
| That music hath a far more pleasing sound. |
音樂會奏出更加悅耳的和音， |
| I grant I never saw a goddess go, |
我注視我的情人在地上舉步，── |
| My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. |
同時我承認沒見到女神在行進； |
| And yet, by heav'n, I think my love as rare |
可是，天作證，我認為我情人比那些 |
| As any she belied with false compare. |
被瞎比一通的美人兒更加超絕。 |
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| Old Friends (P Simon, 1968) |
老友 |
| Old friends, |
老友， |
| Old friends |
老友 |
| Sat on their park bench |
坐在公園的長凳 |
| Like bookends. |
像書架的兩端。 |
| A newspaper blown through the grass |
風，吹動，報紙， |
| Falls on the round toes |
由眼鏡落到腳尖， |
| On the high shoes of the old friends. |
停駐在老友的高靴上 |
| Winter companions, Old friends, |
老友， 冬天陪伴著 |
| The old men lost in their overcoats, |
迷失在大衣 |
| Waiting for the sunset. |
等待著日落的老朋友們。 |
| The sounds of the city, |
這城市的聲音 |
| Sifting through the trees, |
隨著樹飄移， |
| Settle like dust |
像沙子般安居 |
| On the shoulders |
在老朋友們的 |
| Of the old friends. |
肩膀上。 |
| Can you imagine us |
你能想像我們 |
| Years from today, |
一年年，到今天 |
| Sharing a park bench quietly? |
靜靜的分享著同一張座椅 |
| How terribly strange to be seventy. |
十七年華 竟是如此的遙遠，恐懼。 |
| Old friends, memory brushes the same years. |
老友們，記憶沖刷同樣年華 |
| Silently sharing the same fear.... |
靜默地分享著相同的恐懼… |
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