悲傷是美麗

by suu4leaf



JW Waterhouse
The Lady of Shallot (1888)
Oil on canvas




在Tate Britain那Neo Classic白建築內,跟Millais的Ophelia置於同一畫廊裡的,有這一幅畫。
這兩幅畫是我最愛的Pre-Raphaelite畫作。

畫中描繪的是英國民間傳說,Authurian legend中的一個支線,一個小小的subplot。
小得根本不能放進往往歌頌騎士精神的民族史詩,只能算是插曲或”Grandmother’s tale”的一個故事。

但這是一個淒美的故事,The Lady of Shallot。
把這個故事從歷史的黑洞拯救出來,以美麗的文字給她重新賦與生命的,是浪漫時期詩人Lord Alfred Tennyson:


A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
 Of bold sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn’d like one burning flame together,
 As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro’ the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
 As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash’d into the crystal mirror,
‘Tirra lirra,’ by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
 She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
‘The curse is come upon me!’ cried
The Lady of Shalott.


城堡上的少女中了毒咒;如果她望出塔外,毒咒發作,她便會死。
因此她一直孤獨地待在塔內,只靠塔內的魔鏡窺看外面的世界。
一天亞瑟王的圓桌武士,著名的Sir Lancelot,上路前往甘美洛城。
少女從塔上望出去,看到這個英俊的騎士。
只是一眼,她便知道自己要死了。
她一聲不響的跑出塔外,跳上一隻小船,
悲傷地迎接自己的死亡。

又一個少女因愛而死的故事。




浪漫時期的美學:悲傷就是美。

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty’s self.
(John Keats, Hyperion)

John Keats,一個我十分喜愛的浪漫時期詩人,就這麼說。
他跟Fanny的愛情,也為後世的人所津津樂道。
身患惡疾的他,無奈跟愛人分離,結果沒能重遇,便病死在羅馬。死時,只有二十六歲。
那時在羅馬,我有在那屋子門外流連過,對於未能進內朝拜,至今仍有點慬慬於懷。




不過,來到現在的廿一世紀,我們是不會為愛而死的;
一生也一定不止一愛情。
為愛而死,已成了陳腔濫調,俗氣到不行,又或者是神經病。
我們的流行曲充滿着悲戀的自白,但又有多少人真正認同為愛自棄自殘的人。
至少,劉華fans的癡戀,只惹來了我們的嘲笑吧!




但我仍覺得,悲傷是美麗的。

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