Emerson said:圖書館是一個魔法洞窟,裡面住滿了死人,當你展開這些書頁時,這些死人就能獲得重生,就能夠再度得到生命
叔本華說:很多人誤以為買了一本書就等於買了整本書的內容了
Borges
-- To Rafael Cansinos- Assens
Long and final passage over the breathtaking height of the trestle's span.
At our feet the wind gropes for sails and starts throb intensity.
We relish the taste of the night,transfixed by
darkness-night become now,again,a habit of our flesh.
The final night of our talking before the sea-miles part us.
Still ours is the silence
where,like meadows,the voices glitter.
Dawn is still a bird lost in the most distant vileness of the world.
This last night of all,sheltered from the great wind of absence.
The inwardness of Goodbye is tragic,
like that of every event in which Time is manifest.
It is bitter to realize that we shall not even have the stars in common.
When evening is quietness in my piano.
from your pages moring will rise.
Your winter wii be the shadow of my summer,
and your light the glory of my shadow.
Still we persist together.
叔本華說:很多人誤以為買了一本書就等於買了整本書的內容了
Borges
-- To Rafael Cansinos- Assens
Long and final passage over the breathtaking height of the trestle's span.
At our feet the wind gropes for sails and starts throb intensity.
We relish the taste of the night,transfixed by
darkness-night become now,again,a habit of our flesh.
The final night of our talking before the sea-miles part us.
Still ours is the silence
where,like meadows,the voices glitter.
Dawn is still a bird lost in the most distant vileness of the world.
This last night of all,sheltered from the great wind of absence.
The inwardness of Goodbye is tragic,
like that of every event in which Time is manifest.
It is bitter to realize that we shall not even have the stars in common.
When evening is quietness in my piano.
from your pages moring will rise.
Your winter wii be the shadow of my summer,
and your light the glory of my shadow.
Still we persist together.
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