洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏

　　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经典诗歌欣赏，欢迎大家阅读!

　　洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏：Malmaison(节选)

　　I

　　How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun,

学习啦在线学习网 　　over there, over there,

学习啦在线学习网 　　beyond the high wall! How quietly the Seine runs in loops

　　and windings,

学习啦在线学习网 　　over there, over there, sliding through the green countryside! Like

　　ships

学习啦在线学习网 　　of the line, stately with canvas, the tall clouds pass along the

　　sky,

　　over the glittering roof, over the trees, over the looped and curving

　　river.

学习啦在线学习网 　　A breeze quivers through the linden-trees. Roses bloom

学习啦在线学习网 　　at Malmaison.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Roses! Roses! But the road is dusty. Already

　　the Citoyenne Beauharnais

　　wearies of her walk. Her skin is chalked and powdered

　　with dust,

　　she smells dust, and behind the wall are roses! Roses

　　with

　　smooth open petals, poised above rippling leaves . . . Roses

　　. . .

　　They have told her so. The Citoyenne Beauharnais shrugs

　　her shoulders

　　and makes a little face. She must mend her pace if she

　　would be back

　　in time for dinner. Roses indeed! The guillotine

学习啦在线学习网 　　more likely.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The tiered clouds float over Malmaison, and the slate roof sparkles

学习啦在线学习网 　　in the sun.

　　洛威尔经典诗歌欣赏：The Hammers(节选)

　　I

　　Frindsbury, Kent, 1786

　　Bang!

　　Bang!

　　Tap!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Tap-a-tap! Rap!

　　All through the lead and silver Winter days,

　　All through the copper of Autumn hazes.

　　Tap to the red rising sun,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Tap to the purple setting sun.

　　Four years pass before the job is done.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Two thousand oak trees grown and felled,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Two thousand oaks from the hedgerows of the Weald,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Sussex had yielded two thousand oaks

　　With huge boles

学习啦在线学习网 　　Round which the tape rolls

学习啦在线学习网 　　Thirty mortal feet, say the village folks.

　　Two hundred loads of elm and Scottish fir;

　　Planking from Dantzig.

学习啦在线学习网 　　My! What timber goes into a ship!

　　Tap! Tap!

　　Two years they have seasoned her ribs on the ways,

　　Tapping, tapping.

　　You can hear, though there's nothing where you gaze.

　　Through the fog down the reaches of the river,

学习啦在线学习网 　　The tapping goes on like heart-beats in a fever.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The church-bells chime

学习啦在线学习网 　　Hours and hours,

　　Dropping days in showers.

　　Bang! Rap! Tap!

　　Go the hammers all the time.

学习啦在线学习网 　　They have planked up her timbers

　　And the nails are driven to the head;

　　They have decked her over,

　　And again, and again.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The shoring-up beams shudder at the strain.

　　Black and blue breeches,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Pigtails bound and shining:

学习啦在线学习网 　　Like ants crawling about,

学习啦在线学习网 　　The hull swarms with carpenters, running in and out.

　　Joiners, calkers,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And they are all terrible talkers.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Jem Wilson has been to sea and he tells some wonderful tales

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of whales, and spice islands,

　　And pirates off the Barbary coast.

　　He boasts magnificently, with his mouth full of nails.

　　Stephen Pibold has a tenor voice,

　　He shifts his quid of tobacco and sings:

　　"The second in command was blear-eyed Ned:

学习啦在线学习网 　　While the surgeon his limb

学习啦在线学习网 　　was a-lopping,

　　A nine-pounder came and smack went his head,

　　Pull away, pull away, pull

学习啦在线学习网 　　away! I say;

　　Rare news for my Meg of Wapping!"

学习啦在线学习网 　　Every Sunday

　　People come in crowds

　　(After church-time, of course)

学习啦在线学习网 　　In curricles, and gigs, and wagons,

　　And some have brought cold chicken and flagons

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of wine,

　　And beer in stoppered jugs.

　　"Dear! Dear! But I tell 'ee 'twill be a fine

　　ship.

　　There's none finer in any of the slips at Chatham."

学习啦在线学习网 　　The third Summer's roses have started in to blow,

　　When the fine stern carving is begun.

　　Flutings, and twinings, and long slow swirls,

　　Bits of deal shaved away to thin spiral curls.

　　Tap! Tap! A cornucopia is nailed into place.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Rap-a-tap! They are putting up a railing filigreed like

　　Irish lace.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The Three Town's people never saw such grace.

　　And the paint on it! The richest gold leaf!

　　Why, the glitter when the sun is shining passes belief.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And that row of glass windows tipped toward the sky

　　Are rubies and carbuncles when the day is dry.

　　Oh, my! Oh, my!

学习啦在线学习网 　　They have coppered up the bottom,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And the copper nails

学习啦在线学习网 　　Stand about and sparkle in big wooden pails.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Bang! Clash! Bang!

学习啦在线学习网 　　"And he swigg'd, and Nick swigg'd,

　　And Ben swigg'd, and Dick swigg'd,

　　And I swigg'd, and all of us swigg'd it,

　　And swore there was nothing

　　like grog."

学习啦在线学习网 　　It seems they sing,

　　Even though coppering is not an easy thing.

学习啦在线学习网 　　What a splendid specimen of humanity is a true British workman,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Say the people of the Three Towns,

学习啦在线学习网 　　As they walk about the dockyard

　　To the sound of the evening church-bells.

学习啦在线学习网 　　And so artistic, too, each one tells his neighbour.

学习啦在线学习网 　　What immense taste and labour!

　　Miss Jessie Prime, in a pink silk bonnet,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Titters with delight as her eyes fall upon it,

　　When she steps lightly down from Lawyer Green's whisky;

学习啦在线学习网 　　Such amazing beauty makes one feel frisky,

学习啦在线学习网 　　She explains.

　　Mr. Nichols says he is delighted

　　(He is the firm);

学习啦在线学习网 　　His work is all requited

　　If Miss Jessie can approve.

　　Miss Jessie answers that the ship is "a love".

　　The sides are yellow as marigold,

　　The port-lids are red when the ports are up:

学习啦在线学习网 　　Blood-red squares like an even chequer

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of yellow asters and portulaca.

　　There is a wide "black strake" at the waterline

学习啦在线学习网 　　And above is a blue like the sky when the weather is fine.

　　The inner bulwarks are painted red.

　　"Why?" asks Miss Jessie. "'Tis a horrid note."

　　Mr. Nichols clears his throat,

　　And tells her the launching day is set.

　　He says, "Be careful, the paint is wet."

　　But Miss Jessie has touched it, her sprigged muslin gown

学习啦在线学习网 　　Has a blood-red streak from the shoulder down.

学习啦在线学习网 　　"It looks like blood," says Miss Jessie with a frown.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Tap! Tap! Rap!

　　An October day, with waves running in blue-white lines and a capful

　　of wind.

　　Three broad flags ripple out behind

　　Where the masts will be:

　　Royal Standard at the main,

　　Admiralty flag at the fore,

　　Union Jack at the mizzen.

　　The hammers tap harder, faster,

　　They must finish by noon.

　　The last nail is driven.

学习啦在线学习网 　　But the wind has increased to half a gale,

　　And the ship shakes and quivers upon the ways.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The Commissioner of Chatham Dockyard is coming

　　In his ten-oared barge from the King's Stairs;

　　The Marine's band will play "God Save Great George Our King";

　　And there is to be a dinner afterwards at the Crown, with speeches.

　　The wind screeches, and flaps the flags till they pound like hammers.

　　The wind hums over the ship,

　　And slips round the dog-shores,

　　Jostling them almost to falling.

　　There is no time now to wait for Commissioners and marine bands.

　　Mr. Nichols has a bottle of port in his hands.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He leans over, holding his hat, and shouts to the men below:

学习啦在线学习网 　　"Let her go!"

　　Bang! Bang! Pound!

　　The dog-shores fall to the ground,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And the ship slides down the greased planking.

　　A splintering of glass,

　　And port wine running all over the white and copper stem timbers.

　　"Success to his Majesty's ship, the Bellerophon!"

　　And the red wine washes away in the waters of the Medway.