经典洛威尔诗歌欣赏

　　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经典洛威尔诗歌欣赏，欢迎大家阅读!

　　经典洛威尔经典诗歌：The Pleiades

　　By day you cannot see the sky

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　　You look and look, but it's so blue

　　That you can never see right through.

学习啦在线学习网 　　But when night comes it is quite plain,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And all the stars are there again.

学习啦在线学习网 　　They seem just like old friends to me,

学习啦在线学习网 　　I've known them all my life you see.

学习啦在线学习网 　　There is the dipper first, and there

学习啦在线学习网 　　Is Cassiopeia in her chair,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Orion's belt, the Milky Way,

　　And lots I know but cannot say.

　　One group looks like a swarm of bees,

　　Papa says they're the Pleiades;

　　But I think they must be the toy

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of some nice little angel boy.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Perhaps his jackstones which to-day

　　He has forgot to put away,

　　And left them lying on the sky

　　Where he will find them bye and bye.

学习啦在线学习网 　　I wish he'd come and play with me.

　　We'd have such fun, for it would be

学习啦在线学习网 　　A most unusual thing for boys

　　To feel that they had stars for toys!

　　经典洛威尔诗歌欣赏：The Fruit Shop

学习啦在线学习网 　　Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown,

　　High-waisted, girdled with bright blue;

学习啦在线学习网 　　A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown

学习啦在线学习网 　　She pluckered her little brows into

学习啦在线学习网 　　As she picked her dainty passage through

　　The dusty street. "Ah, Mademoiselle,

学习啦在线学习网 　　A dirty pathway, we need rain,

　　My poor fruits suffer, and the shell

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of this nut's too big for its kernel, lain

　　Here in the sun it has shrunk again.

　　The baker down at the corner says

　　We need a battle to shake the clouds;

　　But I am a man of peace, my ways

　　Don't look to the killing of men in crowds.

　　Poor fellows with guns and bayonets for shrouds!

学习啦在线学习网 　　Pray, Mademoiselle, come out of the sun.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Let me dust off that wicker chair. It's cool

学习啦在线学习网 　　In here, for the green leaves I have run

　　In a curtain over the door, make a pool

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of shade. You see the pears on that stool --

　　The shadow keeps them plump and fair."

　　Over the fruiterer's door, the leaves

学习啦在线学习网 　　Held back the sun, a greenish flare

　　Quivered and sparked the shop, the sheaves

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of sunbeams, glanced from the sign on the eaves,

　　Shot from the golden letters, broke

　　And splintered to little scattered lights.

　　Jeanne Tourmont entered the shop, her poke

学习啦在线学习网 　　Bonnet tilted itself to rights,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And her face looked out like the moon on nights

　　Of flickering clouds. "Monsieur Popain, I

　　Want gooseberries, an apple or two,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Or excellent plums, but not if they're high;

学习啦在线学习网 　　Haven't you some which a strong wind blew?

学习啦在线学习网 　　I've only a couple of francs for you."

　　Monsieur Popain shrugged and rubbed his hands.

学习啦在线学习网 　　What could he do, the times were sad.

学习啦在线学习网 　　A couple of francs and such demands!

学习啦在线学习网 　　And asking for fruits a little bad.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Wind-blown indeed! He never had

　　Anything else than the very best.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He pointed to baskets of blunted pears

学习啦在线学习网 　　With the thin skin tight like a bursting vest,

　　All yellow, and red, and brown, in smears.

　　Monsieur Popain's voice denoted tears.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He took up a pear with tender care,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And pressed it with his hardened thumb.

　　"Smell it, Mademoiselle, the perfume there

学习啦在线学习网 　　Is like lavender, and sweet thoughts come

　　Only from having a dish at home.

　　And those grapes! They melt in the mouth like wine,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Just a click of the tongue, and they burst to honey.

　　They're only this morning off the vine,

　　And I paid for them down in silver money.

　　The Corporal's widow is witness, her pony

学习啦在线学习网 　　Brought them in at sunrise to-day.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Those oranges -- Gold! They're almost red.

　　They seem little chips just broken away

　　From the sun itself. Or perhaps instead

学习啦在线学习网 　　You'd like a pomegranate, they're rarely gay,

　　When you split them the seeds are like crimson spray.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Yes, they're high, they're high, and those Turkey figs,

学习啦在线学习网 　　They all come from the South, and Nelson's ships

学习啦在线学习网 　　Make it a little hard for our rigs.

　　They must be forever giving the slips

　　To the cursed English, and when men clips

学习啦在线学习网 　　Through powder to bring them, why dainties mounts

　　A bit in price. Those almonds now,

　　I'll strip off that husk, when one discounts

　　A life or two in a nigger row

学习啦在线学习网 　　With the man who grew them, it does seem how

　　They would come dear; and then the fight

学习啦在线学习网 　　At sea perhaps, our boats have heels

学习啦在线学习网 　　And mostly they sail along at night,

学习啦在线学习网 　　But once in a way they're caught; one feels

学习啦在线学习网 　　Ivory's not better nor finer -- why peels

　　From an almond kernel are worth two sous.

学习啦在线学习网 　　It's hard to sell them now," he sighed.

　　"Purses are tight, but I shall not lose.

学习啦在线学习网 　　There's plenty of cheaper things to choose."

　　He picked some currants out of a wide

　　Earthen bowl. "They make the tongue

学习啦在线学习网 　　Almost fly out to suck them, bride

　　Currants they are, they were planted long

　　Ago for some new Marquise, among

学习啦在线学习网 　　Other great beauties, before the Chateau

学习啦在线学习网 　　Was left to rot. Now the Gardener's wife,

　　He that marched off to his death at Marengo,

　　Sells them to me; she keeps her life

　　From snuffing out, with her pruning knife.

　　She's a poor old thing, but she learnt the trade

学习啦在线学习网 　　When her man was young, and the young Marquis

学习啦在线学习网 　　Couldn't have enough garden. The flowers he made

　　All new! And the fruits! But 'twas said that

　　he

学习啦在线学习网 　　Was no friend to the people, and so they laid

　　Some charge against him, a cavalcade

　　Of citizens took him away; they meant

学习啦在线学习网 　　Well, but I think there was some mistake.

　　He just pottered round in his garden, bent

学习啦在线学习网 　　On growing things; we were so awake

学习啦在线学习网 　　In those days for the New Republic's sake.

学习啦在线学习网 　　He's gone, and the garden is all that's left

　　Not in ruin, but the currants and apricots,

　　And peaches, furred and sweet, with a cleft

学习啦在线学习网 　　Full of morning dew, in those green-glazed pots,

　　Why, Mademoiselle, there is never an eft

　　Or worm among them, and as for theft,

学习啦在线学习网 　　How the old woman keeps them I cannot say,

　　But they're finer than any grown this way."

　　Jeanne Tourmont drew back the filigree ring

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of her striped silk purse, tipped it upside down

学习啦在线学习网 　　And shook it, two coins fell with a ding

　　Of striking silver, beneath her gown

　　One rolled, the other lay, a thing

　　Sparked white and sharply glistening,

　　In a drop of sunlight between two shades.

　　She jerked the purse, took its empty ends

学习啦在线学习网 　　And crumpled them toward the centre braids.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The whole collapsed to a mass of blends

学习啦在线学习网 　　Of colours and stripes. "Monsieur Popain, friends

　　We have always been. In the days before

学习啦在线学习网 　　The Great Revolution my aunt was kind

　　When you needed help. You need no more;

　　'Tis we now who must beg at your door,

学习啦在线学习网 　　And will you refuse?" The little man

　　Bustled, denied, his heart was good,

　　But times were hard. He went to a pan

学习啦在线学习网 　　And poured upon the counter a flood

　　Of pungent raspberries, tanged like wood.

　　He took a melon with rough green rind

学习啦在线学习网 　　And rubbed it well with his apron tip.

　　Then he hunted over the shop to find

　　Some walnuts cracking at the lip,

　　And added to these a barberry slip

　　Whose acrid, oval berries hung

学习啦在线学习网 　　Like fringe and trembled. He reached a round

　　Basket, with handles, from where it swung

学习啦在线学习网 　　Against the wall, laid it on the ground

　　And filled it, then he searched and found

学习啦在线学习网 　　The francs Jeanne Tourmont had let fall.

学习啦在线学习网 　　"You'll return the basket, Mademoiselle?"

　　She smiled, "The next time that I call,

　　Monsieur. You know that very well."

学习啦在线学习网 　　'Twas lightly said, but meant to tell.

学习啦在线学习网 　　Monsieur Popain bowed, somewhat abashed.

学习啦在线学习网 　　She took her basket and stepped out.

　　The sunlight was so bright it flashed

学习啦在线学习网 　　Her eyes to blindness, and the rout

　　Of the little street was all about.

　　Through glare and noise she stumbled, dazed.

　　The heavy basket was a care.

　　She heard a shout and almost grazed

学习啦在线学习网 　　The panels of a chaise and pair.

学习啦在线学习网 　　The postboy yelled, and an amazed

学习啦在线学习网 　　Face from the carriage window gazed.

　　She jumped back just in time, her heart

　　Beating with fear. Through whirling light

　　The chaise departed, but her smart

　　Was keen and bitter. In the white

　　Dust of the street she saw a bright

　　Streak of colours, wet and gay,

学习啦在线学习网 　　Red like blood. Crushed but fair,

　　Her fruit stained the cobbles of the way.

　　Monsieur Popain joined her there.

　　"Tiens, Mademoiselle,

学习啦在线学习网 　　c'est le General Bonaparte,

　　partant pour la Guerre!"