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艾略特诗选----荒原(3)

作者:T.S.Eliot 时间:2005-12-15 18:43:13 点击:

  核心提示:“是的,我自己亲眼看见古米的西比尔吊在一个笼子里。孩子们在问她:西比尔,你要什么的时候,她回答说,我要死。” (献给埃兹拉·庞德最卓越的匠人) 一、死者葬礼 四月是最残忍的一个月,荒地上长着丁香,把...


the waste land


"nam sibyllam quidem cumis ego ipseoculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cumilli pueri dicerunt:sebulla pe theleis;respondebat illa:apothanein thelo."
(for ezra poundil miglior fabbro)

i. the burial of the dead

1 april is the cruellest month, breeding
2 lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
3 memory and desire, stirring
4 dull roots with spring rain.
5 winter kept us warm, covering
6 earth in forgetful snow, feeding
7 a little life with dried tubers.
8 summer surprised us, coming over the starnbergersee
9 with a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
10 and went on in sunlight, into the hofgarten,
11 and drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
12 bin gar keine russin, stamm' aus litauen, echt deutsch.
13 and when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
14 my cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
15 and i was frightened. he said, marie,
16 marie, hold on tight. and down we went.
17 in the mountains, there you feel free.
18 i read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

19 what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
20 out of this stony rubbish? son of man,
21 you cannot say, or guess, for you know only
22 a heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
23 and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
24 and the dry stone no sound of water. only
25 there is shadow under this red rock,
26 (come in under the shadow of this red rock,
27 and i will show you something different from either
28 your shadow at morning striding behind you
29 or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
30 i will show you fear in a handful of dust.

31 frisch weht der wind
32 der heimat zu
33 mein irisch kind,
34 wo weilest du?

35 "you gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
36 "they called me the hyacinth girl."
37 -- yet when we came back, late, from the hyacinth garden,
38 your arms full, and your hair wet, i could not
39 speak, and my eyes failed, i was neither
40 living nor dead, and i knew nothing,
41 looking into the heart of light, the silence.
42 od' und leer das meer.

43 madame sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
44 had a bad cold, nevertheless
45 is known to be the wisest woman in europe,
46 with a wicked pack of cards. here, said she,
47 is your card, the drowned phoenician sailor,
48 (those are pearls that were his eyes. look!)
49 here is belladonna, the lady of the rocks,
50 the lady of situations.
51 here is the man with three staves, and here the wheel,
52 and here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
53 which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
54 which i am forbidden to see. i do not find
55 the hanged man. fear death by water.
56 i see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
57 thank you. if you see dear mrs. equitone,
58 tell her i bring the horoscope myself:
59 one must be so careful these days.

60 unreal city,
61 under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
62 a crowd flowed over london bridge, so many,
63 i had not thought death had undone so many.
64 sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
65 and each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
66 flowed up the hill and down king william street,
67 to where saint mary woolnoth kept the hours
68 with a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
69 there i saw one i knew, and stopped him, crying: "stetson!
70 "you who were with me in the ships at mylae!
71 "that corpse you planted last year in your garden,
72 "has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?
73 "or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
74 "oh keep the dog far hence, that's friend to men,
75 "or with his nails he'll dig it up again!
76 "you! hypocrite lecteur!-- mon semblable, -- mon frère!"

ii. a game of chess

77 the chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
78 glowed on the marble, where the glass
79 held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
80 from which a golden cupidon peeped out
81 (another hid his eyes behind his wing)
82 doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
83 reflecting light upon the table as
84 the glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
85 from satin cases poured in rich profusion;
86 in vials of ivory and coloured glass
87 unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
88 unguent, powdered, or liquid -- troubled, confused
89 and drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
90 that freshened from the window, these ascended
91 in fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
92 flung their smoke into the laquearia,
93 stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
94 huge sea-wood fed with copper
95 burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
96 in which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
97 above the antique mantel was displayed
98 as though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
99 the change of philomel, by the barbarous king
100 so rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
101 filled all the desert with inviolable voice
102 and still she cried, and still the world pursues,
103 "jug jug" to dirty ears.
104 and other withered stumps of time
105 were told upon the walls; staring forms
106 leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
107 footsteps shuffled on the stair.
108 under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
109 spread out in fiery points
110 glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

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