作品简介：
Hanrahan,thatwasneverlonginoneplace,wasbackagainamongthevillagesthatareatthefootofSlieveEchtge,IlletonandScalpandBallylee,stoppingsometimesinonehouseandsometimesinanother,andfindingaweeineveryplaceforthesakeoftheoldtimesandofhispoetryandhislearning.Therewassomesilverandsomecoppermoneyinthelittleleatherbagunderhiscoat,butitwasseldomheneededtotakeanythingfromit,foritwaslittleheused,andtherewasnotoneofthepeoplethatwouldhavetakenpaymentfromhim.Hishandhadgrownheavyontheblackthornheleanedon,andhischeekswerehollowandworn,butsofarasfoodwent,potatoesandmilkandabitofoatencake,hehadwhathewantedofit;anditisnotontheedgeofsowildandboggyaplaceasEchtgeamugofspiritswouldbewanting,withthetasteoftheturfsmokeonit.HewouldwanderaboutthebigwoodatKinadife,orhewouldsitthroughmanyhoursofthedayamongtherushesaboutLakeBelshragh,listeningtothestreamsfromthehills,orwatchingtheshadowsinthebrownbogpools;sittingsoquietasnottostartlethedeerthatcamedownfromtheheathertothegrassandthetilledfieldsatthefallofnight....
作者:叶芝
标签:StoriesofRedHanrahan叶芝