The night wind 1)revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
And I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me and sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes?
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her, to feel that I have lost her.
To hear the 2)immense night, still more immense without her.
And the 3)verse falls to the soul like dew to the 4)pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her?
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night, 5)whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voice, her bright body. Her 6)infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
And these the last verses that I write for her.
我爱过她，有时她也爱我。爱情如此短暂，而遗忘太长。
今夜我可以写
今夜我可以写下最哀伤的诗句。
写，譬如，“夜色零落，
蓝色的星光在远方颤抖。”
夜风在天空中回旋吟唱。
今夜我可以写下最哀伤的诗句。
我爱过她，而且有时她也爱我。
多少个如今晚的夜里，我曾拥她入怀。
在无垠的天空下一遍又一遍地吻她。
她爱过我，有时我也爱她。
怎会不爱上她那一双沉静的眼睛呢？
今夜我可以写下最哀伤的诗句。
想起我不再拥有她，感到我已失去她。
聆听广阔的夜，因没有她而更加广阔。
而诗句坠在灵魂上，如同露水坠在牧草上。
我的爱留不住她，那又有什么关系？
夜色零落，而她不在我身边。
这就是一切了。远处有人唱着歌。远处。
我的灵魂因失去了她而失落。
我的目光搜寻她，像要向她靠近，
我的心寻找她，而她不在我身边。
相同的夜让相同的树林泛白。
彼时，我们也不再相似如初。
我不再爱她，这是确定的，但我曾经多爱她！
我的声音试着找寻风来碰触她的听觉。
别人的。她将会是别人的了。如同在我们亲吻以前一样。
她的声音。她的洁白的身体。她的深邃的眸子。
我不再爱她，这是确定的，但也许我还爱着她。
爱情如此短暂，而遗忘太长。
因为多少个如今晚的夜里，我曾拥她入怀。
我的灵魂因失去了她而失落。
这是她最后一次让我承受的伤痛。
而这些，是我最后一次为她写下的诗句。
注释：
1) revolve v. 循环出现
2) immense a. 无边的，极广大的
3) verse n. 诗节，诗句
4) pasture n. 牧地，草原
5) whiten v. 使白，变白
6) infinite a. 无穷的，无垠的
★★《2003年03月号-第39期-Disc01-04》★★
Me and Choir
It's a Monday morning and Monday is choir day.
And after lunch, those of us who are members of the choir will all sit in the lunchroom after lunch and Miss Falconer will come and she will drill us in 3 songs that she has been drilling us in since Feb'ore for the All-District 1)Choral Concert in May. Songs that we now sing even worse than when we began.
Because she is such a beautiful lady, she is so elegant, she is like a 2)Duchess in this town and not like our mothers at all. She wears suits, 3)tailored suits, and blouses with white 4)ruffles in the front. She is like a lady from a magazine and when she looks at us, especially us 5)tenors, we can't bear to look at her. We look down at our feet. And she says, "Look at me!" She says, "How do you expect to sing in time to the music if you don't look at me?"
But 6)rhythm is not our problem in the tenor section. We do 7)drag a little bit, but notes are our problem. And the reason that we drag is that each one of us in the tenor section is waiting to hear the person next to him sing the note.
So we can get up. Each of us trying to sing a little softer than the boy next to him. Because though we are tenors, 8)we are in the last few months of our tenor voices, and they are undependable. But she looks at us week after week every Monday, and says, "This is not that hard, tenors. Children, this is not that hard."
But it is hard! She has picked 3 songs by 3 foreign composers with one name. "Serenade" by Toste. "Aulto Papiaty" by Del Monte. And the worst of all, "April is in My Mistress' Face" by Morley.
"This is not that hard, children. Now, watch me. And 1, 2, 3-" And we sing again, worse than ever and she stops us and Mrs. Oldberg, our kind teacher, says, "Maybe they would do better on 'The Red River Valley'. " And Miss Falconer says, "You can't sing cowboy songs all your life. Music is work, like anything else; you have to work at it. Now children, this is not that hard." And she brings a recording of an English boys choir, singing "April is in My Mistress' Face". And she plays it over and over again -- their perfect little 9)flutey voices "April is in my Mistress' face, and July in her eyes have place; within her bosom lies September; but in her heart a cold December."
This elegant lady looks at us, and she says, "Tenors, I want you to sing your part so that I know you have it... one by one." I am the third from the end. Russell sings first, he has an advantage, he takes piano. He does pretty good. And then Jerry Swedeen. And then she looks at me. And I say, "I don't feel well." "Sing," she says, "stand up and sing." "I really don't feel well." And the truth is that I don't. She says, "If you're well enough to be in school, you're well enough to sing." And I think I'll never be that well, but I stand up and sing.
"April is in my mistress' face, and July in her eyes have place; within her... lies September; and in her heart a cold December." And sit down, looking at the 10)alto's and the 11)soprano's sitting there 12)smirking at me, and all of them singing "nah nah nah naaah", and go home in disgrace.
难忘歌咏
今天是星期一，星期一是唱诗的日子。
午餐过后，我们唱诗班的成员吃过了午饭要全体坐在饭厅里，等法克纳小姐给我们排练三首歌。为了迎接五月份的全区合唱赛，她从二月份起一直在忙着给我们排练。不过我们唱得甚至不如从前。
因为她实在太美、太优雅了，在这个小镇上就像位公爵夫人，和我们的妈妈们一点也不像。她身着套装，剪裁得体的套装，外衣前还缀着白羽毛。她像是杂志女郎走下来似的，当她看着我们--尤其是当看着我们男高音--的时候，我们都不敢看她。我们垂下头盯自己的脚。而她说：“看着我！”她说：“如果不看我，怎么能跟上音乐唱歌呢？”
但对我们男高音来说，节奏根本不成问题。我们虽然唱得有点拖拉，只不过是找不准调子。我们之所以会拖拉是因为每个男高音都在等着旁边的人先唱出调子。
我们于是站起来唱歌。人人唱得比旁边人轻些。因为虽然我们是男高音，可是这把男高音的嗓音也维持不了几个月了，很不稳定。然而逢到周一，法克纳小姐就看着我们说：“这并不难唱，男高音们。孩子们，这没什么难的。”
不过这的确难极了！她挑的三首歌由三位名字差不多的外国作曲家写成：托斯第的《小夜曲》；戴蒙第的《奥托帕皮第》；最难的还要数摩利的《四月照在我情妇的脸庞上》。
“这不难唱，孩子们。好了，看着我。准备，一二三--”我们又唱起来，唱得一塌糊涂，她不得不停下。我们仁慈的老师沃贝格夫人就说：“或许他们唱《红河谷》会唱得好些。法克纳小姐说：“你们总不能一辈子瞎哼哼吧。音乐像别的东西一样需要琢磨；你们得认真对待。好了，孩子们，唱歌不难。”她拿来一张英国童声合唱唱片，上面有《四月照在我情妇的脸庞上》。她把唱片放了一遍又一遍--悠扬的童声唱着“四月照在我情妇的脸庞上，七月辉映在她的眼眸里；九月依偎在她胸中；而她的心是冰冷的十二月天。”
优雅的法克纳小姐看着我们说道：“男高音们，把你们的那部分唱给我听，我要知道你们都会唱了……一个一个地来。”我是倒数第三个。首先轮到罗素，他借着优势挑选了弹钢琴，他弹得还不错。然后轮到杰里·史威丁。接下来她看着我。我只好说：“我不舒服。”“唱啊，”她说，“站起来唱。”“我真的不舒服。”事实并非如此。她就说：“你既然能好好地来上学，也就能好好地唱歌。”我觉得我绝没有好到那份上，但我还是站起身来唱了。
“四月照在我情妇的脸庞上，七月辉映在她的眼眸里；九月依偎在她……啦啦啦……中；而她的心是冰冷的十二月天。”我唱完坐下，看到坐在另一头的女低音和女高音们一边得意洋洋地看着我笑，一边唱“呐呐呐呐呐呐”。后来我就颜面扫地地回家去了。
注释：
1) choral n. 合唱队的
2) Duchess n. 女公爵，公爵夫人
3) tailored a. 剪裁讲究的
4) ruffle n. （鸟等）颈上的一圈毛，摺边
5) tenor n. 男高音
6) rhythm n. 节奏，韵律
7) drag v. 拖拉
8) 这句话的意思是男孩们正处于变声期。
9) flutey a. 柔软清澈的声音
10) alto n. 女低音
11) soprano n. 女高音
12) smirk v. 傻笑，假笑，得意地笑
★★《2003年03月号-第39期-Disc01-05》★★
SPIDERMAN
(Scene 1: Before there was a Spider-Man, there was Peter Parker, a senior at Midtown High School in Queens, New York. Peter has pined for the lovely girl next door, Mary Jane Watson, ever since he was 6.)
Peter: Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the 1)faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale, if somebody told you I was just an average ordinary guy, not a care in the world, somebody lied. But let me assure you, this, like any story worth telling, is all about a girl. That girl. The girl next door. Mary Jane Watson. The woman I've loved since before I even liked girls.
Mary Jane Watson (short for MJ): Were you listening to that?
Peter: No, well, I heard but I was just taking out the 2)trash.
MJ: I guess you can always hear us.
Peter: Well, everybody shouts.
MJ: Your aunt and uncle don't.
Peter: They can scream pretty good sometimes. Listen, MJ, about today at school with Flash...
MJ: You really 3)freaked us out.
Peter: I'm sorry. Is he OK?
MJ: He's just happy you didn't give him a 4)black eye for graduation. So where are you going after you graduate?
Peter: I... I want to move into the city, and hopefully get a job as a photographer, work my way through college. What about you?
MJ: Headed for the city, too. Can't wait to get out of here. Wanna...
Peter: What? Well, come on, try me.
MJ: I wanna act on stage.
Peter: Really? Well, that's perfect. You're 5)awesome in all the school plays.
MJ: Really?
Peter: Yeah! I cried like a baby when you played Cinderella.
MJ: Peter, that was first grade.
Peter: Well, even so, sometimes, you know people. You can just see what's coming.
MJ: What do you see coming for you?
Peter: I don't know. Whatever it is, it's something I've never felt before.
MJ: And what for me?
Peter: For you? You are going to light up Broadway.
MJ: You know, you're taller than you look.
Peter: I hunch.
MJ: Don't.
Flash (MJ's Boyfriend): Hey, MJ, come take a ride in my new birthday present! Come on!
MJ: I gotta go.
Peter: Bye.
(Scene 2: Orphaned at an early age, Peter Parker lives with his beloved Aunt May and Uncle Ben. One day, Uncle Ben offers to drive Peter school.)
Peter: Thanks for the ride, Uncle...
Uncle: No, wait a minute, Peter, we... we need to talk.
Peter: Well, we can talk later.
Uncle: Well, we can talk now if you let me.
Peter: What do we have to talk about? Why now?
Uncle: Because we haven't talked at all for so long, your Aunt May and I don't even know who you are anymore. You 6)shirk your 7)chores; you have all those 8)weird experiments in your room; you start fights at school.
Peter: I didn't start that fight, I told you that.
Uncle: Well, you sure as hell finished it.
Peter: What was I supposed to do? Run away?
Uncle: No, no, you're not supposed to run away but Pete, look, you're changing, I know, I went through exactly the same thing at your age.
Peter: No, not exactly.
Uncle: Peter, these are the years when a man changes into the man he's going to become the rest of his life. Just be careful who you change into. This guy, Flash Thompson, he probably deserved what happened. But just because you can beat him up doesn't give you the right to. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility.
Peter: Are you afraid that I'm going to turn into some kind of 9)criminal? Quit worrying about me, ok? Something's different. I'll figure it out. Stop 10)lecturing me please.
Uncle: I don't mean to lecture and I don't mean to 11)preach, and I know I'm not your father.
Peter: Then stop pretending to be.
Uncle: Right... I'll pick you up here at ten.
(Scene 3: Peter discovers that he has unusual powers soon after he is bitten by a genetically altered spider, and he uses his powers to fight crime. That makes him a hero.)
Chief Editor: Who is Spiderman? He's a criminal, that's who is! A 12)vigilante, a public 13)menace! What's he doing on my front page?
Secretary: Mr. Jameson, your wife is on line one, she needs to know if you....
Editor 1: Mr. Jameson, we have a page 6 problem.
Chief Editor: We have a page 1 problem, shut up!
Editor 1: Right.
Chief Editor: Well...
Editor 2: He's news.
Editor 3: If they're really important, clients, they can't wait.
Chief Editor: They're about to.
Editor 3: He pulled 6 people off that subway car.
Chief Editor: Sure, from a wreck he probably caused. Something goes wrong and this 14)creepy 15)crawler is there. Look at that! He's fleeing the scene! What's that tell ya?
Editor 3: He's not fleeing, he's probably going to save somebody else. He's a hero!
Chief Editor: Then why does he wear a mask, hum? What's he got to hide?
Secretary: She just needs to know if you want the chintz or the chenille in the dining room.
Chief Editor: Whichever one's cheaper!
Editor 1: Mr. Jameson, it's like this. We double-booked page 6, see, so both Macy's and Connoway's both have the 3/4 of the same page.
Editor 2: We sold out four printings.
Chief Editor: Sold out?
Editor 2: Every copy.
Chief Editor: Tomorrow morning, Spiderman, page 1 with a decent picture this time. Move Connoway to page 7.
Editor 1: This is apartment page.
Chief Editor: Make it page 8 and give them 10% off... make it 5%.
Editor 1: That can't be done.
Chief Editor: Get out of here!
Editor 3: Problem is we don't have a decent picture, Eddie's been on it for weeks, we can barely get a glimpse of him.
Chief Editor: Aaww, what, is he shy? If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can certainly get a picture of this weirdo. Put an ad in the front page. Cash money for a picture of Spiderman. He doesn't want to be famous? Then I'll make him 16)infamous!
(Scene 4: After exposure to an experimental nerve gas, Norman Osborn, a scientist and businessman, develops an alternate personality himself: the super-strong, psychotic Green Goblin. In order to infuriate Peter, Green Goblin terrifies Aunt May to hospitalize. MJ comes and visits Aunt May.)
Peter: How are you? Are you OK about the other night?
MJ: Yea, I'm fine. I just feel bad about leaving Aunt May. Have you talked to Harry? He called me, I haven't called him back. The fact is, I'm in love with somebody else.
Peter: You are?
MJ: At least I think I am. It's not the right time to talk about it.
Peter: No, no, go on. Would I know his name, this guy?
MJ: You think I'm a stupid little girl with a 17)crush.
Peter: Trust me.
MJ: It's funny. He saved my life twice and I've never even seen his face.
Peter: Oh, him.
MJ: You're laughing!
Peter: No, no, no, I understand, he is extremely cool.
MJ: But do you think it's true, all the terrible things they say about him?
