2010-12-13 13:21This photo suddenly brought to mind.. ‘By Chance’, ‘Farewell, Cambridge!’ If have the opportunity must shoot a series about Xu Zhimo*, truly. 這照片,突然讓我想起...偶然,再别康橋!有機會的話,一定要拍一部關於徐志摩先生的戲,真的。
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*Xu Zhimo was a famous early 20th century Chinese poet. His love stories with three women-Zhang Youyi, Lin Huiyin and Lu Xiaoman are especially well known among the Chinese. Some of his well-known poems such as “By chance/"Happenstance”, “Farewell Cambridge” are loved by millions of people.
By Chance/Happenstance lyrics have been composed into a song by Chelsea Chan who is also its original singer.
By Chance/Happenstance by Chelsea Chan But I personally prefer this rendition by 張清芳
~~~translations sources: xu zhimo fansite~~
Chance
I am a cloud in the sky, A chance shadow on the wave of your heart.
Don't be surprised,
Or too elated;
In an instant I shall vanish without trace.
We meet on the sea of dark night,
You on your way, I on mine.
Remember if you will,
Or, better still, forget
The light exchanged in this encounter.
Goodbye Again, Cambridge!
I leave softly, gently,
Exactly as I came.
I wave to the western sky,
Telling it goodbye softly, gently.
The golden willow at the river edge
Is the setting sun's bride.
Her quivering reflection
Stays fixed in my mind.
Green grass on the bank
Dances on a watery floor
In bright reflection.
I wish myself a bit of waterweed
Vibrating to the ripple.
Of the River Cam.
That creek in the shade of the great elms
Is not a creek but a shattered rainbow,
Printed on the water
And inlaid with duckweed,
It is my lost dream.
Hunting a dream?
Wielding a long punting pole
I get my boat into green water,
Into still greener grass.
In a flood of starlight
On a river of silver and diamond
I sing to my heart's content.
But now, no, I cannot sing
With farewell in my heart.
Farewells must be quiet, mute,
Even the summer insects are silent,
Knowing I am leaving.
The Cambridge night is soundless.
I leave quietly
As I came quietly.
I am leaving
Without taking so much
As a piece of cloud.
But with a quick jerk of my sleeve
I wave goodbye.
Exactly as I came.
I wave to the western sky,
Telling it goodbye softly, gently.
The golden willow at the river edge
Is the setting sun's bride.
Her quivering reflection
Stays fixed in my mind.
Green grass on the bank
Dances on a watery floor
In bright reflection.
I wish myself a bit of waterweed
Vibrating to the ripple.
Of the River Cam.
That creek in the shade of the great elms
Is not a creek but a shattered rainbow,
Printed on the water
And inlaid with duckweed,
It is my lost dream.
Hunting a dream?
Wielding a long punting pole
I get my boat into green water,
Into still greener grass.
In a flood of starlight
On a river of silver and diamond
I sing to my heart's content.
But now, no, I cannot sing
With farewell in my heart.
Farewells must be quiet, mute,
Even the summer insects are silent,
Knowing I am leaving.
The Cambridge night is soundless.
I leave quietly
As I came quietly.
I am leaving
Without taking so much
As a piece of cloud.
But with a quick jerk of my sleeve
I wave goodbye.
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