艾米·洛威尔的经典诗歌：Patterns
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And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden paths.
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
Of the borders.
学习啦在线学习网 Just a plate of current fashion,
学习啦在线学习网 Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
学习啦在线学习网 Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
And I sink on a seat in the shade
Of a lime tree. For my passion
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The daffodils and squills
Flutter in the breeze
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And I weep;
For the lime-tree is in blossom
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And the plashing of waterdrops
In the marble fountain
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The dripping never stops.
Underneath my stiffened gown
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
学习啦在线学习网 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 What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
学习啦在线学习网 I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
学习啦在线学习网 All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.
I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the
paths,
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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
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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,
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Aching, melting, unafraid.
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
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学习啦在线学习网 All about us in the open afternoon --
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,
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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
学习啦在线学习网 Died in action Thursday se'nnight."
学习啦在线学习网 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.
"See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
No, no answer."
学习啦在线学习网 And I walked into the garden,
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down the patterned paths,
学习啦在线学习网 In my stiff, correct brocade.
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,
学习啦在线学习网 Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown.
学习啦在线学习网 Up and down I walked,
Up and down.
In a month he would have been my husband.
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,
On this shady seat.
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
Up and down
The patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
学习啦在线学习网 The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
I shall go
Up and down,
In my gown.
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学习啦在线学习网 Boned and stayed.
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
学习啦在线学习网 By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
In a pattern called a war.
Christ! What are patterns for?