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            1. Amy Lowell - Patterns
              文章來源: 文章作者: 發布時間:2007-10-19 07:27 字體: [ ]  進入論壇
              I walk down the garden paths,
              And all the daffodils
              Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
              I walk down the patterned garden-paths
              In my stiff, brocaded gown.
              With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
              I too am a rare
              Pattern.  As I wander down
              The garden paths.
              My dress is richly figured,
              And the train
              Makes a pink and silver stain
              On the gravel1, and the thrift
              Of the borders.
              Just a plate of current fashion,
              Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
              Not a softness anywhere about me,
              Only whalebone and brocade.
              And I sink on a seat in the shade
              Of a lime tree.  For my passion
              Wars against the stiff brocade.
              The daffodils and squills
              Flutter in the breeze
              As they please.
              And I weep;
              For the lime-tree is in blossom
              And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom2.
              And the plashing of waterdrops
              In the marble fountain
              Comes down the garden-paths.
              The dripping never stops.
              Underneath3 my stiffened4 gown
              Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
              A basin in the midst of hedges grown
              So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding,
              But she guesses he is near,
              And the sliding of the water
              Seems the stroking of a dear
              Hand upon her.
              What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
              I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
              All the pink and silver crumpled5 up on the ground.
              I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the
              And he would stumble after,
              Bewildered by my laughter.
              I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles
              on his shoes.
              I would choose
              To lead him in a maze6 along the patterned paths,
              A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover,
              Till he caught me in the shade,
              And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised7 my body as he clasped me,
              Aching, melting, unafraid.
              With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
              And the plopping of the waterdrops,
              All about us in the open afternoon --
              I am very like to swoon
              With the weight of this brocade,
              For the sun sifts8 through the shade.
              Underneath the fallen blossom
              In my bosom,
              Is a letter I have hid.
              It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.
              "Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
              Died in action Thursday se'nnight."
              As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
              The letters squirmed like snakes.
              "Any answer, Madam," said my footman.
              "No," I told him.
              "See that the messenger takes some refreshment9.
              No, no answer."
              And I walked into the garden,
              Up and down the patterned paths,
              In my stiff, correct brocade.
              The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
              Each one.
              I stood upright too,
              Held rigid10 to the pattern
              By the stiffness of my gown.
              Up and down I walked,
              Up and down.
              In a month he would have been my husband.
              In a month, here, underneath this lime,
              We would have broke the pattern;
              He for me, and I for him,
              He as Colonel, I as Lady,
              On this shady seat.
              He had a whim
              That sunlight carried blessing11.
              And I answered, "It shall be as you have said."
              Now he is dead.
              In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
              Up and down
              The patterned garden-paths
              In my stiff, brocaded gown.
              The squills and daffodils
              Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
              I shall go
              Up and down,
              In my gown.
              Gorgeously arrayed,
              Boned and stayed.
              And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
              By each button, hook, and lace.
              For the man who should loose me is dead,
              Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
              In a pattern called a war.
              Christ!  What are patterns for?


              1 gravel s6hyT     
              • We bought six bags of gravel for the garden path.我們購買了六袋碎石用來鋪花園的小路。
              • More gravel is needed to fill the hollow in the drive.需要更多的礫石來填平車道上的坑洼。
              2 bosom Lt9zW     
              • She drew a little book from her bosom.她從懷里取出一本小冊子。
              • A dark jealousy stirred in his bosom.他內心生出一陣惡毒的嫉妒。
              3 underneath VKRz2     
              • Working underneath the car is always a messy job.在汽車底下工作是件臟活。
              • She wore a coat with a dress underneath.她穿著一件大衣,里面套著一條連衣裙。
              4 stiffened de9de455736b69d3f33bb134bba74f63     
              • He leaned towards her and she stiffened at this invasion of her personal space. 他向她俯過身去,這種侵犯她個人空間的舉動讓她繃緊了身子。
              • She stiffened with fear. 她嚇呆了。
              5 crumpled crumpled     
              adj. 彎扭的, 變皺的 動詞crumple的過去式和過去分詞形式
              • She crumpled the letter up into a ball and threw it on the fire. 她把那封信揉成一團扔進了火里。
              • She flattened out the crumpled letter on the desk. 她在寫字臺上把皺巴巴的信展平。
              6 maze F76ze     
              • He found his way through the complex maze of corridors.他穿過了迷宮一樣的走廊。
              • She was lost in the maze for several hours.一連幾小時,她的頭腦處于一片糊涂狀態。
              7 bruised 5xKz2P     
              • his bruised and bloodied nose 他沾滿血的青腫的鼻子
              • She had slipped and badly bruised her face. 她滑了一跤,摔得鼻青臉腫。
              8 sifts 63acc1c9530e67256e1eea4f6d8d8107     
              v.篩( sift的第三人稱單數 );篩濾;細查;詳審
              • He sifts you to free you from your husks. 他將你們篩選,使你們擺脫麩糠。 來自互聯網
              • The sunshine sifts through the cloud. 陽光透過云層照射下來。 來自互聯網
              9 refreshment RUIxP     
              • He needs to stop fairly often for refreshment.他須時不時地停下來喘口氣。
              • A hot bath is a great refreshment after a day's work.在一天工作之后洗個熱水澡真是舒暢。
              10 rigid jDPyf     
              • She became as rigid as adamant.她變得如頑石般的固執。
              • The examination was so rigid that nearly all aspirants were ruled out.考試很嚴,幾乎所有的考生都被淘汰了。
              11 blessing UxDztJ     
              • The blessing was said in Hebrew.禱告用了希伯來語。
              • A double blessing has descended upon the house.雙喜臨門。