航天飞船升空的时候,老教授念诵的那首Dylan Thomas的诗一下子把我拉回到——就像影片里的黑洞把人带回过去一样——10多年前最艰苦的岁月里。至今还保留着抄写这首诗歌的笔记本,本子还没黄,日子已经黄了。每当消沉、颓唐的时候就会从硬盘里找出这首诗歌朗诵的mp3。这首雄浑、壮美的诗总能 “让无力者有力,让悲观者前行”,更重要的是,让麻木的人重燃生命的激情。
摘抄如下,诸君细细品味
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
【摘选自“豆瓣电影”,作者“阿罡版画书斋”】