经典诗歌：Stravinsky's Three Pieces
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学习啦在线学习网 First Movement
Thin-voiced, nasal pipes
学习啦在线学习网 Drawing sound out and out
Until it is a screeching thread,
Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,
学习啦在线学习网 It hurts.
学习啦在线学习网 Whee-e-e!
Bump! Bump! Tong-ti-bump!
There are drums here,
Banging,
学习啦在线学习网 And wooden shoes beating the round, grey stones
学习啦在线学习网 Of the market-place.
学习啦在线学习网 Whee-e-e!
学习啦在线学习网 Sabots slapping the worn, old stones,
学习啦在线学习网 And a shaking and cracking of dancing bones;
学习啦在线学习网 Clumsy and hard they are,
And uneven,
学习啦在线学习网 Losing half a beat
Because the stones are slippery.
Bump-e-ty-tong! Whee-e-e! Tong!
学习啦在线学习网 The thin Spring leaves
Shake to the banging of shoes.
Shoes beat, slap,
Shuffle, rap,
And the nasal pipes squeal with their pigs' voices,
Little pigs' voices
Weaving among the dancers,
A fine white thread
学习啦在线学习网 Linking up the dancers.
Bang! Bump! Tong!
Petticoats,
Stockings,
Sabots,
学习啦在线学习网 Delirium flapping its thigh-bones;
Red, blue, yellow,
学习啦在线学习网 Drunkenness steaming in colours;
Red, yellow, blue,
学习啦在线学习网 Colours and flesh weaving together,
学习啦在线学习网 In and out, with the dance,
Coarse stuffs and hot flesh weaving together.
Pigs' cries white and tenuous,
White and painful,
学习啦在线学习网 White and --
Bump!
Tong!
Second Movement
Pale violin music whiffs across the moon,
A pale smoke of violin music blows over the moon,
Cherry petals fall and flutter,
学习啦在线学习网 And the white Pierrot,
Wreathed in the smoke of the violins,
学习啦在线学习网 Splashed with cherry petals falling, falling,
Claws a grave for himself in the fresh earth
With his finger-nails.
学习啦在线学习网 Third Movement
An organ growls in the heavy roof-groins of a church,
It wheezes and coughs.
学习啦在线学习网 The nave is blue with incense,
Writhing, twisting,
学习啦在线学习网 Snaking over the heads of the chanting priests.
学习啦在线学习网 `Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine';
学习啦在线学习网 The priests whine their bastard Latin
And the censers swing and click.
The priests walk endlessly
Round and round,
Droning their Latin
Off the key.
学习啦在线学习网 The organ crashes out in a flaring chord,
学习啦在线学习网 And the priests hitch their chant up half a tone.
学习啦在线学习网 `Dies illa, dies irae,
学习啦在线学习网 Calamitatis et miseriae,
Dies magna et amara valde.'
A wind rattles the leaded windows.
The little pear-shaped candle flames leap and flutter,
学习啦在线学习网 `Dies illa, dies irae;'
The swaying smoke drifts over the altar,
`Calamitatis et miseriae;'
学习啦在线学习网 The shuffling priests sprinkle holy water,
学习啦在线学习网 `Dies magna et amara valde;'
And there is a stark stillness in the midst of them
学习啦在线学习网 Stretched upon a bier.
学习啦在线学习网 His ears are stone to the organ,
His eyes are flint to the candles,
His body is ice to the water.
学习啦在线学习网 Chant, priests,
学习啦在线学习网 Whine, shuffle, genuflect,
He will always be as rigid as he is now
Until he crumbles away in a dust heap.
`Lacrymosa dies illa,
Qua resurget ex favilla
学习啦在线学习网 Judicandus homo reus.'
Above the grey pillars the roof is in darkness.