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艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏

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学习啦在线学习网   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·洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏,欢迎大家阅读!

  艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏:The Red Lacquer Music

  A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought

  In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintlywrought

  With bossed and carven flowers and fruits inblackening gold,

  The slender shaft all twined about and thicklyscrolled

  With vine leaves and young twisted tendrils,whirling, curling,

  Flinging their new shoots over the four wings, andswirling

学习啦在线学习网   Out on the three wide feet in golden lumps and streams;

  Petals and apples in high relief, and where the seams

  Are worn with handling, through the polished crimson sheen,

  Long streaks of black, the under lacquer, shine out clean.

  Four desks, adjustable, to suit the heights of players

  Sitting to viols or standing up to sing, four layers

  Of music to serve every instrument, are there,

  And on the apex a large flat-topped golden pear.

  It burns in red and yellow, dusty, smouldering lights,

  When the sun flares the old barn-chamber with its flights

  And skips upon the crystal knobs of dim sideboards,

  Legless and mouldy, and hops, glint to glint, on hoards

学习啦在线学习网   Of scythes, and spades, and dinner-horns, so the old tools

学习啦在线学习网   Are little candles throwing brightness round in pools.

  With Oriental splendour, red and gold, the dust

学习啦在线学习网   Covering its flames like smoke and thinning as a gust

  Of brighter sunshine makes the colours leap and range,

  The strange old music-stand seems to strike out and change;

学习啦在线学习网   To stroke and tear the darkness with sharp golden claws;

学习啦在线学习网   To dart a forked, vermilion tongue from open jaws;

学习啦在线学习网   To puff out bitter smoke which chokes the sun; and fade

  Back to a still, faint outline obliterate in shade.

  Creeping up the ladder into the loft, the Boy

学习啦在线学习网   Stands watching, very still, prickly and hot with joy.

  He sees the dusty sun-mote slit by streaks of red,

  He sees it split and stream, and all about his head

学习啦在线学习网   Spikes and spears of gold are licking, pricking, flicking,

  Scratching against the walls and furniture, and nicking

学习啦在线学习网   The darkness into sparks, chipping away the gloom.

  The Boy's nose smarts with the pungence in the room.

  The wind pushes an elm branch from before the door

  And the sun widens out all along the floor,

学习啦在线学习网   Filling the barn-chamber with white, straightforward light,

学习啦在线学习网   So not one blurred outline can tease the mind to fright.

  "O All ye Works of the Lord, Bless

学习啦在线学习网   ye the Lord; Praise Him, and Magnify Him

学习啦在线学习网   for ever.

  O let the Earth Bless the Lord; Yea, let it Praise Him,

学习啦在线学习网   and Magnify Him

学习啦在线学习网   for ever.

学习啦在线学习网   O ye Mountains and Hills, Bless ye the Lord; Praise

  Him, and Magnify Him

学习啦在线学习网   for ever.

学习啦在线学习网   O All ye Green Things upon the Earth, Bless ye the Lord;

  Praise Him,

学习啦在线学习网   and Magnify Him for ever."

  The Boy will praise his God on an altar builded

  fair,

学习啦在线学习网   Will heap it with the Works of the Lord. In the morning

  air,

  Spices shall burn on it, and by their pale smoke curled,

学习啦在线学习网   Like shoots of all the Green Things, the God of this bright World

学习啦在线学习网   Shall see the Boy's desire to pay his debt of praise.

  The Boy turns round about, seeking with careful gaze

学习啦在线学习网   An altar meet and worthy, but each table and chair

  Has some defect, each piece is needing some repair

学习啦在线学习网   To perfect it; the chairs have broken legs and backs,

  The tables are uneven, and every highboy lacks

  A handle or a drawer, the desks are bruised and worn,

  And even a wide sofa has its cane seat torn.

  Only in the gloom far in the corner there

学习啦在线学习网   The lacquer music-stand is elegant and rare,

学习啦在线学习网   Clear and slim of line, with its four wings outspread,

学习啦在线学习网   The sound of old quartets, a tenuous, faint thread,

学习啦在线学习网   Hanging and floating over it, it stands supreme --

  Black, and gold, and crimson, in one twisted scheme!

学习啦在线学习网   A candle on the bookcase feels a draught and wavers,

学习啦在线学习网   Stippling the white-washed walls with dancing shades and quavers.

学习啦在线学习网   A bed-post, grown colossal, jigs about the ceiling,

学习啦在线学习网   And shadows, strangely altered, stain the walls, revealing

学习啦在线学习网   Eagles, and rabbits, and weird faces pulled awry,

学习啦在线学习网   And hands which fetch and carry things incessantly.

  Under the Eastern window, where the morning sun

  Must touch it, stands the music-stand, and on each one

  Of its broad platforms is a pyramid of stones,

学习啦在线学习网   And metals, and dried flowers, and pine and hemlock cones,

  An oriole's nest with the four eggs neatly blown,

学习啦在线学习网   The rattle of a rattlesnake, and three large brown

  Butternuts uncracked, six butterflies impaled

  With a green luna moth, a snake-skin freshly scaled,

  Some sunflower seeds, wampum, and a bloody-tooth shell,

  A blue jay feather, all together piled pell-mell

  The stand will hold no more. The Boy with humming head

  Looks once again, blows out the light, and creeps to bed.

  The Boy keeps solemn vigil, while outside the wind

学习啦在线学习网   Blows gustily and clear, and slaps against the blind.

学习啦在线学习网   He hardly tries to sleep, so sharp his ecstasy

  It burns his soul to emptiness, and sets it free

学习啦在线学习网   For adoration only, for worship. Dedicate,

学习啦在线学习网   His unsheathed soul is naked in its novitiate.

  The hours strike below from the clock on the stair.

学习啦在线学习网   The Boy is a white flame suspiring in prayer.

  Morning will bring the sun, the Golden Eye of Him

学习啦在线学习网   Whose splendour must be veiled by starry cherubim,

  Whose Feet shimmer like crystal in the streets of Heaven.

  Like an open rose the sun will stand up even,

  Fronting the window-sill, and when the casement glows

学习啦在线学习网   Rose-red with the new-blown morning, then the fire which flows

  From the sun will fall upon the altar and ignite

  The spices, and his sacrifice will burn in perfumed light.

  Over the music-stand the ghosts of sounds will swim,

  `Viols d'amore' and `hautbois' accorded to a hymn.

学习啦在线学习网   The Boy will see the faintest breath of angels' wings

  Fanning the smoke, and voices will flower through the strings.

  He dares no farther vision, and with scalding eyes

学习啦在线学习网   Waits upon the daylight and his great emprise.

  The cold, grey light of dawn was whitening the

  wall

  When the Boy, fine-drawn by sleeplessness, started his ritual.

学习啦在线学习网   He washed, all shivering and pointed like a flame.

  He threw the shutters open, and in the window-frame

学习啦在线学习网   The morning glimmered like a tarnished Venice glass.

学习啦在线学习网   He took his Chinese pastilles and put them in a mass

  Upon the mantelpiece till he could seek a plate

学习啦在线学习网   Worthy to hold them burning. Alas! He had

  been late

学习啦在线学习网   In thinking of this need, and now he could not find

  Platter or saucer rare enough to ease his mind.

  The house was not astir, and he dared not go down

学习啦在线学习网   Into the barn-chamber, lest some door should be blown

  And slam before the draught he made as he went out.

  The light was growing yellower, and still he looked about.

  A flash of almost crimson from the gilded pear

学习啦在线学习网   Upon the music-stand, startled him waiting there.

  The sun would rise and he would meet it unprepared,

学习啦在线学习网   Labelled a fool in having missed what he had dared.

  He ran across the room, took his pastilles and laid

学习啦在线学习网   Them on the flat-topped pear, most carefully displayed

学习啦在线学习网   To light with ease, then stood a little to one side,

  Focussed a burning-glass and painstakingly tried

  To hold it angled so the bunched and prismed rays

学习啦在线学习网   Should leap upon each other and spring into a blaze.

学习啦在线学习网   Sharp as a wheeling edge of disked, carnation flame,

学习啦在线学习网   Gem-hard and cutting upward, slowly the round sun came.

学习啦在线学习网   The arrowed fire caught the burning-glass and glanced,

  Split to a multitude of pointed spears, and lanced,

  A deeper, hotter flame, it took the incense pile

  Which welcomed it and broke into a little smile

  Of yellow flamelets, creeping, crackling, thrusting up,

学习啦在线学习网   A golden, red-slashed lily in a lacquer cup.

  "O ye Fire and Heat, Bless ye the Lord;

  Praise Him, and Magnify Him

  for ever.

  O ye Winter and Summer, Bless ye the Lord; Praise Him,

学习啦在线学习网   and Magnify Him

  for ever.

  O ye Nights and Days, Bless ye the Lord; Praise Him,

  and Magnify Him

  for ever.

学习啦在线学习网   O ye Lightnings and Clouds, Bless ye the Lord; Praise

  Him, and Magnify Him

  for ever."

  A moment so it hung, wide-curved, bright-petalled,

  seeming

学习啦在线学习网   A chalice foamed with sunrise. The Boy woke from his

学习啦在线学习网   dreaming.

学习啦在线学习网   A spike of flame had caught the card of butterflies,

  The oriole's nest took fire, soon all four galleries

学习啦在线学习网   Where he had spread his treasures were become one tongue

  Of gleaming, brutal fire. The Boy instantly swung

  His pitcher off the wash-stand and turned it upside down.

  The flames drooped back and sizzled, and all his senses grown

  Acute by fear, the Boy grabbed the quilt from his bed

  And flung it over all, and then with aching head

  He watched the early sunshine glint on the remains

  Of his holy offering. The lacquer stand had stains

学习啦在线学习网   Ugly and charred all over, and where the golden pear

  Had been, a deep, black hole gaped miserably. His dear

学习啦在线学习网   Treasures were puffs of ashes; only the stones were there,

  Winking in the brightness.

  The clock upon the stair

学习啦在线学习网   Struck five, and in the kitchen someone shook a grate.

  The Boy began to dress, for it was getting late.

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