艾米·洛威尔的经典诗歌：Patterns
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I walk down the garden paths,
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I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
学习啦在线学习网 I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.
学习啦在线学习网 My dress is richly figured,
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain
学习啦在线学习网 On the gravel, and the thrift
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Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
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学习啦在线学习网 Of a lime tree. For my passion
Wars against the stiff brocade.
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Flutter in the breeze
As they please.
And I weep;
For the lime-tree is in blossom
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And the plashing of waterdrops
In the marble fountain
Comes down the garden-paths.
The dripping never stops.
Underneath my stiffened gown
学习啦在线学习网 Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
A basin in the midst of hedges grown
So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
But she guesses he is near,
And the sliding of the water
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学习啦在线学习网 Hand upon her.
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.
学习啦在线学习网 I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the
paths,
And he would stumble after,
学习啦在线学习网 Bewildered by my laughter.
I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles
on his shoes.
I would choose
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,
Till he caught me in the shade,
学习啦在线学习网 And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
Aching, melting, unafraid.
学习啦在线学习网 With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
学习啦在线学习网 And the plopping of the waterdrops,
All about us in the open afternoon --
学习啦在线学习网 I am very like to swoon
With the weight of this brocade,
学习啦在线学习网 For the sun sifts through the shade.
学习啦在线学习网 Underneath the fallen blossom
In my bosom,
Is a letter I have hid.
学习啦在线学习网 It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.
学习啦在线学习网 "Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
Died in action Thursday se'nnight."
As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
The letters squirmed like snakes.
"Any answer, Madam," said my footman.
学习啦在线学习网 "No," I told him.
学习啦在线学习网 "See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
学习啦在线学习网 No, no answer."
学习啦在线学习网 And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
学习啦在线学习网 The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
Each one.
学习啦在线学习网 I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down I walked,
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down.
In a month he would have been my husband.
学习啦在线学习网 In a month, here, underneath this lime,
We would have broke the pattern;
学习啦在线学习网 He for me, and I for him,
He as Colonel, I as Lady,
学习啦在线学习网 On this shady seat.
学习啦在线学习网 He had a whim
That sunlight carried blessing.
学习啦在线学习网 And I answered, "It shall be as you have said."
Now he is dead.
In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down
The patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
学习啦在线学习网 I shall go
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down,
In my gown.
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Boned and stayed.
学习啦在线学习网 And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
学习啦在线学习网 In a pattern called a war.
学习啦在线学习网 Christ! What are patterns for?