（第一集Amelia朗读的诗歌，后面也不断提到的一首）

Tell Me a Story 给我讲一个故事 罗伯特•佩恩•沃伦

（Robert Penn Warren）

〔A〕 Long ago, in Kentucky, I a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward. I could not see them, there being no moon And the stars sparse. I heard them. I did not know what was happening in my heart. It was the season before the elderberry blooms, Therefore they were going north. The sound was passing northward. 〔B〕 Tell me a story. In this century, and moment, of mania, Tell me a story. Make it a story of great distances, and starlight. The name of the story will be Time, But you must not pronounce its name. Tell me a story of deep delight.

〔A〕

很久以前，在肯塔基，

我，一个孩子，站在 一条土路边，天刚刚黑，

我听到 有大雁的鸣叫向北方。 我看不见它们，没有月亮 星星很稀少。

只听见它们声音。 我不知道我的内心发生着什么。 那是接骨木莓开花前的季节， 因此它们要去往北方。 那声音，一路向北。

〔B〕

给我讲个故事吧。 在这世纪，于此刻的狂热之中，

给我讲个故事。 将它说成一首星河耿耿，星汉迢迢的故事。 故事的名字就叫做时光。

但你千万别说出来。 给我讲一个深深喜悦的故事。

（第八集开头Amelia朗读的诗）

Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper andrentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker and the millionaire Number provides all distances, It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now, Many great dears are taken away, What will become of you and me (This is the school in which we learn ...) Besides the photo and the memory? (... that time is the fire in which we burn.) (This is the school in which we learn ...) What is the self amid this blaze? What am I now that I was then Which I shall suffer and act again, The theodicy I wrote in my high school days Restored all life from infancy, The children shouting are bright as they run (This is the school in which they learn ...) Ravished entirely in their passing play! (... that time is the fire in which they burn.) Avid its rush, that reeling blaze! Where is my father and Eleanor? Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then? No more? No more? From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day, Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume Not where they are now (where are they now?) But what they were then, both beautiful; Each minute bursts in the burning room, The great globe reels in the solar fire, Spinning the trivial and unique away. (How all things flash! How all things flare!) What am I now that I was then? May memory restore again and again The smallest color of the smallest day: Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

我们冷静地走过这个四月的一天 作者：德尔莫尔·施瓦茨 我们冷静地走过这个四月的一天， 大都会诗歌到处都是， 在公园里坐着穷光蛋和露水者， 尖叫的孩子，汽车 关于我们的逃亡者，逃跑， 在工人和百万富翁之间 数字提供所有距离， 现在是十九三十七， 许多伟大的亲爱的人被带走了， 你和我会变成什么样 （这是我们学习的学校......） 除了照片和记忆？ （......那个时候是我们燃烧的火。） （这是我们学习的学校......） 在这场大火中，自我是什么？ 那时我现在是什么样的人 我将受苦并再次行动， 我在高中时代写过的神学论 从婴儿期恢复所有生命， 孩子们在跑步时大喊大叫 （这是他们学习的学校......） 在他们的传球比赛中完全被淘汰！ （......那个时间是他们燃烧的火。） 狂热咆哮，令人心旷神怡！ 我的父亲和埃莉诺在哪里？ 他们现在不在哪里，死了七年， 但那时他们是什么？ 不再？不再？ 从十九至十四日到现在， Bert Spira和Rhoda消耗，消耗 不是他们现在的位置（他们现在在哪里？） 但那时他们是多么美丽; 每分钟在燃烧室里爆发， 伟大的地球在太阳火中卷起， 旋转琐碎和独特的。 （万事如何闪现！万物如何闪耀！） 那时我现在是什么时候？ 可以一次又一次地记忆恢复 最小日子的最小颜色： 时间是我们学习的学校， 时间是燃烧我们的火焰。

（第一集Amelia朗读的诗歌，后面也不断提到的一首）

Tell Me a Story 给我讲一个故事 罗伯特•佩恩•沃伦

（Robert Penn Warren）

〔A〕 Long ago, in Kentucky, I a boy, stood By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard The great geese hoot northward. I could not see them, there being no moon And the stars sparse. I heard them. I did not know what was happening in my heart. It was the season before the elderberry blooms, Therefore they were going north. The sound was passing northward. 〔B〕 Tell me a story. In this century, and moment, of mania, Tell me a story. Make it a story of great distances, and starlight. The name of the story will be Time, But you must not pronounce its name. Tell me a story of deep delight.

〔A〕

很久以前，在肯塔基，

我，一个孩子，站在 一条土路边，天刚刚黑，

我听到 有大雁的鸣叫向北方。 我看不见它们，没有月亮 星星很稀少。

只听见它们声音。 我不知道我的内心发生着什么。 那是接骨木莓开花前的季节， 因此它们要去往北方。 那声音，一路向北。

〔B〕

给我讲个故事吧。 在这世纪，于此刻的狂热之中，

给我讲个故事。 将它说成一首星河耿耿，星汉迢迢的故事。 故事的名字就叫做时光。

但你千万别说出来。 给我讲一个深深喜悦的故事。

（第八集开头Amelia朗读的诗）

Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper andrentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker and the millionaire Number provides all distances, It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now, Many great dears are taken away, What will become of you and me (This is the school in which we learn ...) Besides the photo and the memory? (... that time is the fire in which we burn.) (This is the school in which we learn ...) What is the self amid this blaze? What am I now that I was then Which I shall suffer and act again, The theodicy I wrote in my high school days Restored all life from infancy, The children shouting are bright as they run (This is the school in which they learn ...) Ravished entirely in their passing play! (... that time is the fire in which they burn.) Avid its rush, that reeling blaze! Where is my father and Eleanor? Not where are they now, dead seven years, But what they were then? No more? No more? From Nineteen-Fourteen to the present day, Bert Spira and Rhoda consume, consume Not where they are now (where are they now?) But what they were then, both beautiful; Each minute bursts in the burning room, The great globe reels in the solar fire, Spinning the trivial and unique away. (How all things flash! How all things flare!) What am I now that I was then? May memory restore again and again The smallest color of the smallest day: Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn.

我们冷静地走过这个四月的一天 作者：德尔莫尔·施瓦茨 我们冷静地走过这个四月的一天， 大都会诗歌到处都是， 在公园里坐着穷光蛋和露水者， 尖叫的孩子，汽车 关于我们的逃亡者，逃跑， 在工人和百万富翁之间 数字提供所有距离， 现在是十九三十七， 许多伟大的亲爱的人被带走了， 你和我会变成什么样 （这是我们学习的学校......） 除了照片和记忆？ （......那个时候是我们燃烧的火。） （这是我们学习的学校......） 在这场大火中，自我是什么？ 那时我现在是什么样的人 我将受苦并再次行动， 我在高中时代写过的神学论 从婴儿期恢复所有生命， 孩子们在跑步时大喊大叫 （这是他们学习的学校......） 在他们的传球比赛中完全被淘汰！ （......那个时间是他们燃烧的火。） 狂热咆哮，令人心旷神怡！ 我的父亲和埃莉诺在哪里？ 他们现在不在哪里，死了七年， 但那时他们是什么？ 不再？不再？ 从十九至十四日到现在， Bert Spira和Rhoda消耗，消耗 不是他们现在的位置（他们现在在哪里？） 但那时他们是多么美丽; 每分钟在燃烧室里爆发， 伟大的地球在太阳火中卷起， 旋转琐碎和独特的。 （万事如何闪现！万物如何闪耀！） 那时我现在是什么时候？ 可以一次又一次地记忆恢复 最小日子的最小颜色： 时间是我们学习的学校， 时间是燃烧我们的火焰。