经典诗歌：Stravinsky's Three Pieces
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First Movement
学习啦在线学习网 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,
It hurts.
Whee-e-e!
Bump! Bump! Tong-ti-bump!
学习啦在线学习网 There are drums here,
Banging,
And wooden shoes beating the round, grey stones
Of the market-place.
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;
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,
学习啦在线学习网 Shuffle, rap,
And the nasal pipes squeal with their pigs' voices,
Little pigs' voices
Weaving among the dancers,
学习啦在线学习网 A fine white thread
学习啦在线学习网 Linking up the dancers.
Bang! Bump! Tong!
Petticoats,
学习啦在线学习网 Stockings,
Sabots,
Delirium flapping its thigh-bones;
学习啦在线学习网 Red, blue, yellow,
学习啦在线学习网 Drunkenness steaming in colours;
Red, yellow, blue,
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,
学习啦在线学习网 White and painful,
学习啦在线学习网 White and --
Bump!
Tong!
学习啦在线学习网 Second Movement
学习啦在线学习网 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,
学习啦在线学习网 Wreathed in the smoke of the violins,
Splashed with cherry petals falling, falling,
Claws a grave for himself in the fresh earth
学习啦在线学习网 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.
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';
The priests whine their bastard Latin
学习啦在线学习网 And the censers swing and click.
The priests walk endlessly
学习啦在线学习网 Round and round,
Droning their Latin
学习啦在线学习网 Off the key.
The organ crashes out in a flaring chord,
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.'
学习啦在线学习网 A wind rattles the leaded windows.
The little pear-shaped candle flames leap and flutter,
`Dies illa, dies irae;'
The swaying smoke drifts over the altar,
`Calamitatis et miseriae;'
The shuffling priests sprinkle holy water,
`Dies magna et amara valde;'
学习啦在线学习网 And there is a stark stillness in the midst of them
Stretched upon a bier.
His ears are stone to the organ,
学习啦在线学习网 His eyes are flint to the candles,
His body is ice to the water.
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.