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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...

187 a rat crept softly through the vegetation
188 dragging its slimy belly on the bank
189 while i was fishing in the dull canal
190 on a winter evening round behind the gashouse
191 musing upon the king my brother's wreck
192 and on the king my father's death before him.
193 white bodies naked on the low damp ground
194 and bones cast in a little low dry garret,
195 rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.
196 but at my back from time to time i hear
197 the sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
198 sweeney to mrs. porter in the spring.
199 o the moon shone bright on mrs. porter
200 and on her daughter
201 they wash their feet in soda water
202 et o ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!

203 twit twit twit
204 jug jug jug jug jug jug
205 so rudely forc'd.
206 tereu

207 unreal city
208 under the brown fog of a winter noon
209 mr. eugenides, the smyrna merchant
210 unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
211 c.i.f. london: documents at sight,
212 asked me in demotic french
213 to luncheon at the cannon street hotel
214 followed by a weekend at the metropole.

215 at the violet hour, when the eyes and back
216 turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
217 like a taxi throbbing waiting,
218 i tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
219 old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
220 at the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
221 homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
222 the typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
223 her stove, and lays out food in tins.
224 out of the window perilously spread
225 her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
226 on the divan are piled (at night her bed)
227 stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
228 i tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
229 perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
230 i too awaited the expected guest.
231 he, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
232 a small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
233 one of the low on whom assurance sits
234 as a silk hat on a bradford millionaire.
235 the time is now propitious, as he guesses,
236 the meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
237 endeavours to engage her in caresses
238 which still are unreproved, if undesired.
239 flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
240 exploring hands encounter no defence;
241 his vanity requires no response,
242 and makes a welcome of indifference.
243 (and i tiresias have foresuffered all
244 enacted on this same divan or bed;
245 i who have sat by thebes below the wall
246 and walked among the lowest of the dead.)
247 bestows one final patronising kiss,
248 and gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit ...

249 she turns and looks a moment in the glass,
250 hardly aware of her departed lover;
251 her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
252 "well now that's done: and i'm glad it's over."
253 when lovely woman stoops to folly and
254 paces about her room again, alone,
255 she smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
256 and puts a record on the gramophone.

257 "this music crept by me upon the waters"
258 and along the strand, up queen victoria street.
259 o city city, i can sometimes hear
260 beside a public bar in lower thames street,
261 the pleasant whining of a mandoline
262 and a clatter and a chatter from within
263 where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
264 of magnus martyr hold
265 inexplicable splendour of ionian white and gold.

266 the river sweats
267 oil and tar
268 the barges drift
269 with the turning tide
270 red sails
271 wide
272 to leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
273 the barges wash
274 drifting logs
275 down greenwich reach
276 past the isle of dogs.
277 weialala leia
278 wallala leialala
279 elizabeth and leicester
280 beating oars
281 the stern was formed
282 a gilded shell
283 red and gold
284 the brisk swell
285 rippled both shores
286 southwest wind
287 carried down stream
288 the peal of bells
289 white towers
290 weialala leia
291 wallala leialala

292 "trams and dusty trees.
293 highbury bore me. richmond and kew
294 undid me. by richmond i raised my knees
295 supine on the floor of a narrow canoe."

296 "my feet are at moorgate, and my heart
297 under my feet. after the event
298 he wept. he promised `a new start.'
299 i made no comment. what should i resent?"

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