-20世紀 英國詩-
(1) Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) : "The Darkling Thrush"
"The Darkling Thrush"
1 I leant upon a coppice gate
2 When Frost was spectre-gray,
3 And Winter's dregs made desolate
4 The weakening eye of day.
5 The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
6 Like strings of broken lyres,
7 And all mankind that haunted nigh
8 Ha
wasting time studying medicine.
Shouldnt you , uh , have a little more practice
before you go around stickin needles in people?
[ Chuckles ] lve had lots of practice.
lf l keep doing it, l might even get good at it.
[ Pop ]
[ Swallows ]
See? A. . .cold , wet nose. Colors good .
[ Sniffs ]
No fever. [ Chuckles ]
Come on , now, Ernest.
You know this isnt going to hurt. . .
much .
l can take it, Mis
porcelain tray.
VISUAL FX TRANSITION TO:
EXT. SAN PIEDRO ISLAND - DAY
Snow falling on cedars.
The heavens descend softly onto our island. Exquisite,
silent, hypnotic. An epic snowfall inspiring awe at our
frailness against the limitless scope of nature. As CREDITS
BEGIN...
TRANSITION TO:
EXT/INT ISHMAELS APARTMENT - DAY
Through a snow covered window we see a pensive, sombre young
man in his mid-2
wastes no time, unceremoniously...
...CUTS the painting from its frame with sure, perfect strokes.
Rolls it quickly in acid-free paper. Opens the cylindrical tube,
pulling out...
...another CANVAS which we cannot see. Deftly unrolls this,
fitting it carefully into the stolen paintings now-empty frame.
Re-hangs it. Stares for a beat through the opaque helmet visor.
Approves. Slips the rolled-up st
porcelain grandMOTHER doll with wire--framed spectacles and
a ruffled bonnet, moving slightly in what seems to be a light breeze.
Ticking clock.
EXT. HOUSE
FATHER and MOTHER carrying plastic bags of groceries from the car towards
the house.
MOTHER: I want you to have a word with her.
FATHER: Well, I have - Ive tried. . . Ive been upstairs to see her. . .
MOTHER: Yes, but not -
FATHER: She always