#lgbt电影[超话]##同影推荐# 《卡罗尔》#经典电影推荐#
“
What a strange girl you are, flung out of space.
你真是个奇怪的女孩，像个天外来客。
My angel, flung out of space.
你像是从宇宙中飞来，我的天使。
”
“
What a strange girl you are, flung out of space.
你真是个奇怪的女孩，像个天外来客。
My angel, flung out of space.
你像是从宇宙中飞来，我的天使。
”
->>. A particularly mundane day
Finally savored the last drop of CAROL that should’ve been more meticulously finished years earlier.
Different situations and mindsets though, I fumbled through every unsaid and deeply buried and heartfelt love shuttling through every eye contacts Carol and Therese exchanged with each other, soo tortuously silent and intangible yet unswervingly loud and firm. Never thought that one day I would feel so devastated and tumble into a perpetual state of remorse and sorrow solely for and by this movie.
The love and everything beyond they have for each other will never ebb away, transcending the boundary of time and space and melting into the everlasting tenderness where their hearts can rest forever.
Just like she said: “my angel, flung out of space.”
Finally savored the last drop of CAROL that should’ve been more meticulously finished years earlier.
Different situations and mindsets though, I fumbled through every unsaid and deeply buried and heartfelt love shuttling through every eye contacts Carol and Therese exchanged with each other, soo tortuously silent and intangible yet unswervingly loud and firm. Never thought that one day I would feel so devastated and tumble into a perpetual state of remorse and sorrow solely for and by this movie.
The love and everything beyond they have for each other will never ebb away, transcending the boundary of time and space and melting into the everlasting tenderness where their hearts can rest forever.
Just like she said: “my angel, flung out of space.”
诗人沃尔特·惠特曼，生与1819年5月31日，创造了诗歌的自由体（Free Verse），电影《死亡诗社》中，学生们站在桌子上高声吟诵："Oh Captain, my Captain!"送别老师基廷，这首诗便是惠特曼的 今天，让我们一起回味一下这首激昂而又悲壮的诗。
Oh,Captain! My Captain!
Our fearful trip is done.
The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear,
the people all exulting.
While follow eyes the steady keel,
the vessel grim and daring.
But Oh, heart! heart! heart!
Oh,the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.
Oh,Captain! my Captain!
Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up -for you the flag is flung
-for you the bugle trills.
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths
-for you the shores crowding.
For you they call, the swaying mass,
their eager faces turning.
Here, Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head.
It is some dream that on the deck.
You 've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer,
his lips are pale and still.
My father does not feel my arm ,
he has no pulse nor will.
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound,
its voyage closed and done.
From fearful trip the victor ship comes
in with object won.
Exult, Oh,shores!
And ring, Oh bells!
But I, with mournful tread.
Walk the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead.
#历史上的今日# #沃尔特·惠特曼# #死亡诗社#
Oh,Captain! My Captain!
Our fearful trip is done.
The ship has weather'd every rack,
the prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the bells I hear,
the people all exulting.
While follow eyes the steady keel,
the vessel grim and daring.
But Oh, heart! heart! heart!
Oh,the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.
Oh,Captain! my Captain!
Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up -for you the flag is flung
-for you the bugle trills.
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths
-for you the shores crowding.
For you they call, the swaying mass,
their eager faces turning.
Here, Captain! Dear father!
This arm beneath your head.
It is some dream that on the deck.
You 've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer,
his lips are pale and still.
My father does not feel my arm ,
he has no pulse nor will.
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound,
its voyage closed and done.
From fearful trip the victor ship comes
in with object won.
Exult, Oh,shores!
And ring, Oh bells!
But I, with mournful tread.
Walk the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead.
#历史上的今日# #沃尔特·惠特曼# #死亡诗社#
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