---- William Wordsworth
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
The poem more or less summarises Wordsworth's poetic philosophy. He once described poetry as "emotion recollected in tranquility" - his best poetry has the poet-philosopher lying on his couch "in vacant or in pensive mood", remembering a flash of beauty in Nature or Man. As his "inward eye" diminished in power with age, his poetry too lost its power. Unlike other poets - such as a Browning, for instance - his power of observation did not mature with age, nor take on deeper and subtler overtones mellowed by experience and understanding. Ultimately, the fount of stored memory and captured emotion ran dry without anything to replenish it with. As a famous critic observed, Wordsworth "lived on capital" - profligately.
低血壓會引起頭痛嗎？不清楚！反正不管高低，頭就是痛嘛！
代課時和三年級的其中一班
特別好。其實地理小老師是在其中穿針引線的靈魂人物。
晚上又接到他的電話，說明天幾個同學要聚餐，希望我能早些回宜蘭出席。
現在回去已經沒有啥同學在聯絡了。
女孩子大過年的都在婆家，若要回娘家也來去匆匆的。
所以，
這幾年都是和這群小毛頭會一會。真快！他們都已經
大二了。
老師的碩士學位，還沒拿到
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