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驚喜,感嘆--英文文學

那篇沒有交上去的文章,要我就此丟掉是千萬個不捨,所以還是放上來,還自己一個心願。

 

Do you enjoy reading poetry? Why or why not?
 
Poetry is not only a medium of communication and a record of personal history, but more importantly, it is a way to preserve memories, thus one is remembered and continues to live on.
 
I appreciate poetry as art, because art preserves memories in a beautiful way. The writer’s affections, sufferings and encounters are all attached and instilled in his work, and through reading them I learn their stories. Barnet realizes that “works of arts, as well as our responses to them, embody complex thoughts and feelings”[1]
 
The Passage of Time
Human being is minimal in the universe. Even though we hope to be big, yet we are so small and insignificant in the passage of time. Froster suggests that “to make us feel small in the right way is a function of art”[2]
 
Poets put much effort in warning us of the passage of time. Herrick asks us to “use your time” because “Old Time is still a-flying”[3]. Shakespeare reminds us that one’s life, like glowing fire, “must expire”[4] someday, and so we should not limit our love to the old.
 
In the passage of time, an individual is insignificant, but how one lives on counts. The frustration and worries that poets encounter is embodied in poems. These sufferings add flavor to poetry and influence us.
 
Herbert tells his feeing of “sorrow, sickness and shame”[5], and his hope of flying together with God. Burns expresses his knowledge of the passage of time by saying that “the sands o’ life shall run”, yet a certain degree of worries are expresses when he exaggerates the invulnerability of his love and passion.
 
I realize how quick time passes, and feel the same frustrated in knowing that one is easily forgotten, especially after one’s death. Therefore poetry is needed, in preservation of one’s memories.
 
The Continuation of Life
Reading a poem is like listening to a beautiful story of an old man. We know about one’s life, and in this way he is not forgotten.
 
Lam preserves her love to her mother by writing Silk Underwear[6], and at the same time her mother’s life continues on in her work. In this piece we get knowledge of her mother as her image, we feel their intimacy in the detailed description of the mother, and we sees the process in which she tries to get rid of the sadness and shows her independence. In this work, not only the poet herself, the mother is also remembered.
 
Poetry serves as a record of one’s life, emotions and experiences are recorded. One lives inside poems. With more people reading poetry, one’s story is passes on, thus remembered.
 
The Preservation of Beauty
Not only human life, the beauty of nature is also preserved. Poetry is a record of history, with historians recording facts, poets record feelings.
 
Wordsworth praises the beauty of nature. In Daffodils[7], He personifies it so that the beauty is being remembered in the same way just like a story of men is being passed on. From appreciating nature he gains happiness, which he then stores it up. In this work he recalls the beauty he remembered, and at the same time we also see an image of dancing flowers in our eyes. The beautiful daffodils are reproduced in his mind, and also in ours.
 
Beauty of nature is preserved in poetry. It stores up the beauty, just like Wordsworth stores up his joy.
 
The Effort in Preservation
Through poetry, one’s life is being remembered. We understand a poet’s inner thoughts and appreciate the effort in preserving memories.
 
In Hau’s The Beauty of a Fish[8], her effort in giving figurative description of the goldfish and creating an energetic atmosphere is appreciated. She records the energy and happiness she finds from goldfish, or in a broader sense, the beauty of nature.
 
Effort in preserving beauty is also embodied in poems together with emotions and memories. This effort deepens the meanings and so the feelings we get from poems becomes more complex.
 
 
I enjoy reading poetry as it comprises the history, memories and feelings of a person who puts effort in preserving his life. After understanding the complex emotions instilled, I get happier knowing that not matter how quick time passes, one’s memory can still live on and on.


[1] A Short Guide to Writing about Art. Sylvan Barnet
[2] E.M. Froster
[3] To the Virgins, to make much of Time. Robert Herrick
[4] Sonnet 73. William Shakespeare
[5] Easter-wings. George Herbert
[6] Silk Underwear. Agnes Lam
[7] Daffodils. William Wordsworth
[8] The Beauty of a Fish. Melaine Hau


現在,我開始擔心另一份功課。那是個短篇小說創作。比起英文文學的論文,中文科的這個東西真是要了我的命,記得那個下午我坐在書桌前動也不動幾小時,腦殘,比任何其他的作業要嚴重得多。希望結果會好,但這是未知之數了。

過兩天,上學期的成績就要發佈了,好擔心…

shr.

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