诗人JohnClare

当初喜欢EvaGreen才追起来这部冷门剧，倒是意外的惊喜，结构扎实，剧本精巧，演员也出彩。几年过去了，情节记不大清，但一直对JohnClare的诗念念不忘IamIam—yetwhatIamnonecaresorknows;Myfriendsforsakemelikeamemorylost:Iamtheself-consumerofmywoes—Theyriseandvanishinoblivioushost,Likeshadowsinlove’sfrenziedstifledthroesAndyetIam,andlive—likevapourstossedIntothenothingnessofscornandnoise,Intothelivingseaofwakingdreams,Wherethereisneithersenseoflifeorjoys,Butthevastshipwreckofmylife’sesteems;EventhedearestthatIlovedthebestArestrange—nay,rather,strangerthantherest.IlongforsceneswheremanhathnevertrodAplacewherewomanneversmiledorweptTheretoabidewithmyCreator,God,AndsleepasIinchildhoodsweetlyslept,UntroublinganduntroubledwhereIlieThegrassbelow—abovethevaultedsky.