第50章

第50章

  “读过艾略特的荒原吗？”

  “可能读过，不太记得了。”季渝生说着凑近了一些，想要看看是哪一首诗，从而企图唤起自己的记忆。

  宋时鹤翻到了对的页数后，说：

  “我很喜欢这首诗，他太特别了，有的人看出黑夜荒芜，有的人看出天光希望。”

  “april is the cruelest month, breeding

  lilacs out of the dead land, mixing

  memory and desire, stirring

  dull roots with spring rain.

  winter kept us warm, covering

  earth in forgetful snow, feeding

  a little life with dried tubers...”

  “and when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,

  my cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,

  and i was frightened. he said, marie,