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I can vaguely remember on a rainy day, when I was surfing on the internet, a phrase caught my eye, The Last Castle. Oh, it is a name of movie. But why is it named the Last castle? Is it about the last castle in the world? Out of curiosity, I downloaded this movie. Surprisingly I found that this movie is starred by Robert Redford, who is my favorite movie star. I watched it. I was totally touched by it. Every episode in the movie lingered in my mind. The last castle! Hopefully it is the last one.

The following poem was written right after watching the movie, devoted to the General Irwin. This is the first time that I write in sonnet. Just a try.

Standing up

       ---------devoted to General Irwin

Flag of stars and strips in the wind,

A man standing below,

Staring at the flag,

The red flag.

Raising the flag is his job,

Watching it fly in the sky.

In his heart another flag waving in the wind,

Shining.

Why is he standing there?

For what?

Maybe just for the flag,

The one in his heart.

Running in the wind is his heart,

With the spirit, sparkling mind.

Sun, moon, stars, all seeing him,

Standing there.

With the flag running in the wind.

With his flag raising in his heart.

2006-12-26

诗歌对我来说，一直是一个很神秘的东西。记得上中学时语文学的不怎么样，特别是古文，一看就头痛。那时就觉得诗歌是属于大文人的东西，跟普通老百姓，特别是跟我没有关系，离我太远太远了。生命就这样持续着，诗歌从来就没有进入我的生活，直到那一天......

那是在大三第一学期，我选了一门课，American Poetry，外教的课，通常情况下我是不会选外教的课的，因为外教事多，作业多，考试还不好过，但那时实在是没课选了，唉，没办法，只好硬着头皮选了。第一眼见到这个外教感觉他不太像个诗人，个子不高，人不是很胖，穿着一件深色西服，感觉很普通，倒是他那大胡子让我觉得有点诗人的沧桑感，后来有机会近看他时，才发现他身上最能表明诗人身份的是他那双眼睛，深邃，略带点淡淡的悲伤,就像一首美丽的诗。他叫James Malone，一位彻底改变我精神世界的诗人。

在那一学期的诗歌课上，从Emerson 到T.S.Eliot,从Emily Dickinson 到 Robert Frost,Mr.Malone十分认真地给我们一首诗接一首诗的分析，他的讲解是那样的有趣，生动，同时他也在改变着我。诗歌，一个从前离我十分遥远的事物，突然活生生的出现在了我的面前，她在唱歌，她在跳舞，她在微笑，她在哭泣，她在向我诉说着她的一切......，她彻底闯入了我的生活，我就像一个情窦初开的男孩被一个美丽的少女所深深吸引一样，无法自拔。这时我只能用Whitman 的一首诗的题目来表达我的心情：Oh Me!Oh Life!

我爱上了她！深深的爱上了她！无法自拔！每天都要见到她，欣赏她，抚摸她，躺在在她的怀中，我的思绪飘向了另一个世界，一个充满了真实感情的世界。

是的，诗歌给我打开了另一个世界的大门，让我体验到了生活中很多我以前从未感受到的东西。诗歌让我的生活丰富多彩，诗歌让我活的更加的精彩！

亲爱的朋友，如果你有时间，一点点时间就好，请读一读诗，相信当你再次抬起头时，你一定会看到那美丽的彩虹！

Thank you,Mr.Malone!!!It is you who open that door to me, leading to a wonderful world.

        Poem

Always, reading it,

poem is words

Without meaning or life.

Often, reading it,

poem is a picture:

Sky, land, people.

Sometimes, reading it,

poem is a song:

dancing notes, floating melody.

But, once, reading it,

Poem is myself:

Face, mind, thoughts

of passion and

love.

I do not know when I have some feelings when reading poems. But I remember quite clearly who made me feel something about poems. He is James Malone, my teacher of American Poetry in grade three. Actually he gave me more. He asked us to write poems, which was really difficult . However I tried just as he told . This poem is the first one I wrote in my life. Unfortunately I could not remember the exact date, but I will never forget that beautiful day.

Here I share it with you. Hopefully you can understand my words.