Cable car rides over swan flecked ponds
Red lacquer chests in our slateblue house
Chrysanthemums trailing bloom after bloom
Ivory, russet, pale yellow petals crushed
Between fingers, that green smell, if jade would smell
So-Sah’s thatched roofs shading miso hung to dry-
Sweet potatoes grow on the rock choked side of the mountain
The other, the pine wet green side of the mountain
Hides a
yellow palanquin is carried by four large monks,
wearing maroon robes.
The caravan reaches the top of the mountain pass and turns -
a sudden shift in direction - a switchback. The travelers
head downhill.
BOY (VO)
Tell me.
Now, we see the menss destination. A lake. An incredibly
blue, circular lake, sunk between snow-dusted mountains. It
is LHAMO I LATSO - "the Oracle Lake" - and it shimmers in
t
yellow to red...
PULL BACK TO REVEAL HENRY WEST surrounded by computers,
monitors, electronics, and keyboards. DR. MIRIAM KENT stands
before a peculiar diagnostic machine scrutinizing data and
images. Both wear garb favored by surgeons or microchip
assemblers. The impressive, weird computer system HUMS as it
shifts programs, the unusual brain image changing colors.
THROUGH A LARGE WINDOW, we see
yellow ,
red and black in color.
7 EXT. ANGEL GROVE PARK - DAY 7
FAMILIES eat hot dogs and cotton candy at a huge fundraiser .
A large banner proclaims "SAVE THE OBSERVATORY." We see
diving teams with labeled uniforms -- the BOWLING TEAM, ANGEL
GROVE P.D. and the FIRE DEPARTMENT. There s a large white
"BULLSEYE" spray-painted on the grass. The citys
spectacular large skyline rises out of the b.g.
-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