這次的主題『犯案現場』，讓我聯想到死亡。死亡會很可怕嗎？以前的我只是個天真的小丫頭，我會毫不猶豫的說:『會、我怕』 。可是現階段的我，我會回答死亡並不可怕，正因為有了死亡，我才知道生命的意義。黃昏的合諧
現在時候到了，在莖上震顫顫，每朵花氤氳浮動，像一爐香篆；音和香味在黃昏的空中回轉；憂鬱的圓舞曲和懶散的暈眩。每朵花氤氳浮動，像一爐香篆；提琴顫動，恰似心兒受了傷殘；憂鬱的圓舞曲和懶散的暈眩！天悲哀而美麗，像一個大祭壇。提琴顫動，恰似心兒受了傷殘，一顆柔心，他恨虛無的黑漫漫！天悲哀而美麗，像一個大祭壇；太陽在它自己的凝血中沉湮......一顆柔心（他恨虛無的黑漫漫）收拾起光輝昔日的全部殘餘！太陽在它自己的凝血中沉湮......我心頭你的記憶「發光」般明燦！
波特萊爾 ，《惡之華》，台北，洪範書店，戴望舒譯，1998
Evening Harmony
Now comes the eve, when on its stem vibratesEach flower, evaporating like a censer;When sounds and scents in the dark air grow denser;Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates!
Each flower evaporates as from a censer; The fiddle like a hurt heart palpitates; Drowsed swoon through which a mournful waltz pulsates;The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser.
The fiddle, like a hurt heart, palpitates,A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor.The sad, grand sky grows, altar-like, immenser.The sun in its own blood coagulates...
A heart that hates oblivion, ruthless censor,The whole of the bright past resuscitates.The sun in its own blood coagulates...And, monstrance-like, your memory flames intenser!
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)
中文的詩詞還是比較美XD
