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昨晚阅读网友“风中秋叶”的散文《重阳随笔》,引出了我的乡愁,也让我想起爱尔兰著名诗人和剧作家叶芝(William Butler Yeats)的名诗“ The Lake Isle of Innisfree”。这个不大的Innisfree岛湖位于爱尔兰的西北部。后来,Richard Farrelly谱写了著名的歌曲“ Isle of Innisfree”。词和曲都深情地表达了一位爱尔兰移民对故土的渴望。无论你心中的 Innisfree岛湖是在什么地方,愿这首歌带给你慰藉。
歌曲: Isle of Innisfree (or “Isle of Inisfree”) 歌手: Órla Fallon (Celtic Woman) 摄影:Hannah (my daughter) ,2007(此景并非the Lake Isle of Innisfree,是另外一个湖)
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer, And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say, But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer, When all the things he loves are far away. And precious things are dreams unto an exile. They take him o'er the land across the sea -- Especially when it happens he's an exile, From that dear lovely Isle of Inisfree.
And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops, Of this great city, wondrous though it be, I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter... I'm once again back home in Inisfree.
I wander o'er green hills through dreamy valleys, And find a peace no other land would know. I hear the birds make music fit for angels, And watch the rivers laughing as they flow. And then into a humble shack I wander -- My dear old home -- and tenderly behold, The folks I love around the turf fire, gathered. On bended knees, their rosary is told.
But dreams don't last -- Though dreams are not forgotten -- And soon I'm back to stern reality. But though they pave the footways here with gold dust, I still would choose the Isle of Inisfree. |
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