艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏(2)
艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏：Spring Day
The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is
a smell of tulips and narcissus
in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and
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in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It
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into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light.
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and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir
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in the water jar. I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white
water,
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almost
too bright to bear, the green water covers me from the too bright
day.
I will lie here awhile and play with the water and the sun spots.
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by the window, and there is
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Breakfast Table
In the fresh-washed sunlight, the breakfast table
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It offers itself in flat surrender, tendering tastes, and smells,
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draped and wide. Wheels of white glitter in the silver
coffee-pot,
hot and spinning like catherine-wheels, they whirl, and twirl --
and my eyes
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darts.
Placid and peaceful, the rolls of bread spread themselves in the
sun to bask.
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scream,
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steam rises in a stream,
clouds the silver tea-service with mist, and twists up into the
sunlight,
revolved, involuted, suspiring higher and higher, fluting in a thin
spiral
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coffee steam.
The day is new and fair with good smells in the air.
Walk
Over the street the white clouds meet, and sheer
away without touching.
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with amber and blue hearts, roll together and part with a sweet
clashing noise. The boys strike them with black and red
striped agates.
The glass marbles spit crimson when they are hit, and slip into
the gutters
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but there are no flowers anywhere, only white dust whipping up the
street,
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tap,
the little heels pat the pavement, and the wind rustles among the
flowers
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over
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of tulips and narcissus.
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against the blue sky.
Whoop! The clouds go dashing at each
other and sheer away just in time.
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of the white dust,
leaps into the branches of a tree, veers away and trundles ahead
of the wind,
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shouting to the wind to make way. A glare of dust and
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tosses together behind it, and settles down. The sky
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and the morning is fair with fresh-washed air.
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lurch and withdraw. Flare of sunshine down side-streets. Eddies
of light
in the windows of chemists' shops, with their blue, gold, purple
jars,
darting colours far into the crowd. Loud bangs and tremors,
murmurings out of high windows, whirring of machine belts,
blurring of horses and motors. A quick spin and shudder
of brakes
on an electric car, and the jar of a church-bell knocking against
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thrust along with the crowd. Proud to feel the pavement
under me,
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A boy is selling papers, I smell them clean and new from the press.
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The blue sky pales to lemon, and great tongues
of gold blind the shop-windows,
putting out their contents in a flood of flame.
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scream
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sliver of a watchmaker's sign with its length on another street.
A gigantic mug of beer effervesces to the atmosphere over a tall
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I leave the city with speed. Wheels
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and my quietness. The breeze which blows with me is fresh-washed
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it has come but recently from the high sky. There are
no flowers
in bloom yet, but the earth of my garden smells of tulips and narcissus.
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and shops
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glowing on a night of fine weather, like a garden stirring and blowing
for the Spring.
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a whiff of flowers in the air.
Wrap me close, sheets of lavender. Pour
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into my ears. The breeze whispers at the shutters and
mutters
queer tales of old days, and cobbled streets, and youths leaping
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tulips and narcissus . . . I smell them in the air.