What Then?

另一首很正的詩《An Irish Airman Foresees his Death》

下午忽然出現見工機會，還要是從未試過的 Phone Interview，如以往訪問企業 executives 般應付過去了，感覺還好，希望成事。
在Hostel看到National Library裡 W.B. Yeats 展覽的資料，就趁著天還沒黑，走路過去了。
然後就遇上了這首《What Then?》，呼，邊讀邊心悸。
詩的英文還算簡單：

What Then?
His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
`What then?' sang Plato's ghost. `What then?'

Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
`What then?' sang Plato's ghost. `What then?'

All his happier dreams came true -
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
Poets and Wits about him drew;
`What then?' sang Plato's ghost. `What then?'

`The work is done,' grown old he thought,
`According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought';
But louder sang that ghost, `What then?'

對，然後呢？
想起了《Jack's Life》，為什麼Jack會選擇在那個平和、溫暖、家中滿是飯香的星期日黃昏死去。這就是答案。
只是當時年紀小。

P.S. 如果真的成事，那留在都柏林的這段時間，就讓我挑戰《尤里西斯》吧。