洛威尔诗歌欣赏
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洛威尔诗歌欣赏，欢迎大家阅读!
洛威尔诗歌欣赏：The Paper Windmill
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane
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glistened like mica. In the trees, a breeze danced and
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and shook drops of sunlight like falling golden coins into the brown
water
of the canal. Down stream slowly drifted a long string
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piled with crimson cheeses. The little boy thought they
looked as if
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"Oh!" with delight,
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like a pair of scissors and a narrow piece of blue sky was wedged
in it.
"Cock-a-doodle-do," cried the little boy. "Can't you
hear me
through the window, Gold Cocky? Cock-a-doodle-do! You
should crow
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the golden cock
stood stock still, with his fine tail blowing in the wind.
He could not understand the little boy, for he said "Cocorico"
when he said anything. But he was hung in the air to
swing, not to sing.
His eyes glittered to the bright West wind, and the crimson cheeses
drifted away down the canal.
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was playing tag with some fallen leaves. A man passed,
with a dogcart
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out a gay tune:
"Tiddity-tum-ti-ti. Have some milk for your tea. Cream
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and the man's sabots beat an accompaniment: "Plop! trop!
milk for your tea.
Plop! trop! drink it to-night." It was very pleasant
out there,
but it was lonely here in the big room. The little boy
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洛威尔诗歌欣赏：A Tale for an Autumn Evening
It was a gusty night,
With the wind booming, and swooping,
Looping round corners,
学习啦在线学习网 Sliding over the cobble-stones,
Whipping and veering,
And careering over the roofs
Like a thousand clattering horses.
Mr. Spruggins had been dining in the city,
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And laughed as it whistled past him.
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With his little feet pit-a-patting on the flags of the sidewalk,
And his muffler and his coat-tails blown straight out behind him.
It bumped him against area railings,
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Sometimes it lifted him clear off his little patting feet
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The moon dodged in and out of clouds, winking.
It was all very unpleasant for Mr. Spruggins,
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It was a relief,
Although the breath was quite knocked out of him.
The gas-lamp in front of the house flared up,
And the keyhole was as big as a barn door;
The gas-lamp flickered away to a sputtering blue star,
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Such a stabbing, and jabbing,
And sticking, and picking,
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With that key;
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two,
Rub-a-dub-dubbing them out to a real snare-drum roll.
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And Mr. Spruggins blew through it into his own hall
And slammed the door to so hard
That the knocker banged five times before it stopped.
学习啦在线学习网 Mr. Spruggins struck a light and lit a candle,
And all the time the moon winked at him through the window.
"Why couldn't you find the keyhole, Spruggins?"
Taunted the wind.
"I can find the keyhole."
And the wind, thin as a wire,
Darted in and seized the candle flame
And knocked it over to one side
And pummelled it down -- down -- down --!
But Mr. Spruggins held the candle so close that it singed his chin,
And ran and stumbled up the stairs in a surprisingly agile manner,
For the wind through the keyhole kept saying, "Spruggins! Spruggins!"
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The fire in his bedroom burned brightly.
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Was as red and glowing as a carbuncle.
It was still and warm.
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学习啦在线学习网 For the curtains were drawn.
The candle flame stood up like a pointed pear
In a wide brass dish.
Mr. Spruggins sighed with content;
He was safe at home.
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In the black basket of the grate --
And the bed with its crimson hangings
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学习啦在线学习网 Mr. Spruggins slipped off his top-coat and his muffler.
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And tied a peaked night-cap under his chin.
He wound his large gold watch
And placed it under his pillow.
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There was the moon dodging in and out of the clouds;
But behind him was his quiet candle.
There was the wind whisking along the street.
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学习啦在线学习网 Did the wind say, "Spruggins"?
All Mr. Spruggins heard was "S-s-s-s-s --"
Dying away down the street.
He dropped the curtain and got into bed.
学习啦在线学习网 Martha had been in the last thing with the warming-pan;
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And Mr. Spruggins sank into feathers,
学习啦在线学习网 With the familiar ticking of his watch just under his head.
Mr. Spruggins dozed.
He had forgotten to put out the candle,
But it did not make much difference as the fire was so bright .
学习啦在线学习网 Too bright!
学习啦在线学习网 The red and yellow roses pricked his eyelids,
They scorched him back to consciousness.
He tried to shift his position;
学习啦在线学习网 He could not move.
Something weighed him down,
He could not breathe.
He was gasping,
Pinned down and suffocating.
He opened his eyes.
The curtains of the window were flung back,
The fire and the candle were out,
And the room was filled with green moonlight.
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Solemnly dropping one eyelid after the other.
Tick -- tock -- went the watch under his pillow,
Wink -- wink -- went the face at the window.
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It was the winking eyes.
Mr. Spruggins tried to bounce up;
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His heart flapped up into his mouth
And fell back dead.
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On the pig a blackamoor
With a ten pound weight for a cap.
His mustachios kept curling up and down like angry snakes,
And his eyes rolled round and round,
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And appearing again on the other side.
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And a curved table-knife hung at his belt for a scimitar,
While a fork and a keg of spirits were strapped to the saddle behind.
He dug his spurs into the pig,
Which trampled and snorted,
And stamped its cloven feet deeper into Mr. Spruggins.
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It rose like a tide,
Sea-green,
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And wriggles.
学习啦在线学习网 The air above his bed began to move;
学习啦在线学习网 It weighed over him
In a mass of draggled feathers.
Not one lifted to stir the air.
They drooped and dripped
With a smell of port wine and brandy,
Closing down, slowly,
Trickling drops on the bed-quilt.
学习啦在线学习网 Suddenly the window fell in with a great scatter of glass,
And the moon burst into the room,
学习啦在线学习网 Sizzling -- "S-s-s-s-s -- Spruggins! Spruggins!"
It rolled toward him,
A green ball of flame,
With two eyes in the center,
A red eye and a yellow eye,
Dropping their lids slowly,
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学习啦在线学习网 Mr. Spruggins tried to scream,
But the blackamoor
Leapt off his pig
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And plunged it into Mr. Spruggins's mouth.
学习啦在线学习网 Mr. Spruggins got up in the cold dawn
And remade the fire.
Then he crept back to bed
学习啦在线学习网 By the light which seeped in under the window curtains,
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学习啦在线学习网 While the bells of St. George the Martyr chimed the quarter after
seven.