艾米·洛威尔诗歌欣赏：Patterns

　　艾米·洛威尔，美国诗人，她的第一部诗集是《多彩玻璃顶》。1913年她在实验性的意象派运动中脱颖而出，并继埃兹拉·庞德之后而成为该运动的领袖人物。她运用“自由韵律散文”和自由诗的形式进行创作，被称为“无韵之韵”。下面学习啦小编为大家带来艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌：Patterns，欢迎大家阅读!

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学习啦在线学习网 　　And all the daffodils

　　Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Pattern. As I wander down

学习啦在线学习网 　　The garden paths.

　　My dress is richly figured,

　　And the train

学习啦在线学习网 　　Makes a pink and silver stain

　　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.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And I sink on a seat in the shade

　　Of a lime tree. For my passion

　　Wars against the stiff brocade.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The daffodils and squills

　　Flutter in the breeze

　　As they please.

　　And I weep;

　　For the lime-tree is in blossom

　　And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.

　　And the plashing of waterdrops

学习啦在线学习网 　　In the marble fountain

　　Comes down the garden-paths.

　　The dripping never stops.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Underneath my stiffened gown

　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Seems the stroking of a dear

　　Hand upon her.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the

　　paths,

　　And he would stumble after,

　　Bewildered by my laughter.

　　I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles

学习啦在线学习网 　　on his shoes.

　　I would choose

学习啦在线学习网 　　To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,

　　A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Till he caught me in the shade,

　　And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Aching, melting, unafraid.

　　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,

　　For the sun sifts through the shade.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Underneath the fallen blossom

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　"Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell

　　Died in action Thursday se'nnight."

学习啦在线学习网 　　As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,

学习啦在线学习网 　　The letters squirmed like snakes.

学习啦在线学习网 　　"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."

　　And I walked into the garden,

　　Up and down the patterned paths,

学习啦在线学习网 　　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.

　　I stood upright too,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Held rigid to the pattern

　　By the stiffness of my gown.

　　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;

　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　That sunlight carried blessing.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And I answered, "It shall be as you have said."

学习啦在线学习网 　　Now he is dead.

学习啦在线学习网 　　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

学习啦在线学习网 　　Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I shall go

　　Up and down,

学习啦在线学习网 　　In my gown.

　　Gorgeously arrayed,

　　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,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,

　　In a pattern called a war.

　　Christ! What are patterns for?