草叶集 第十一章(英文)(4)
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors—Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakspere's woe?entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello—Tennyson's fair ladies,
Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,
delight of singers;
These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
You Tides with Ceaseless Swell
You tides with ceaseless swell! You power that does this work!
You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's spread,
Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,
What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? What Sirius'?
What Capella's?
What central heart—and you the pulse—vivifies all? What boundless
aggregate of all?
What subtle indirection and significance in you? What clue to all in
you? What fluid, vast identity,
Holding the universe with all its parts as one—as sailing in a ship?
Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
Scented sea?cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
With many a half?caught voice sent up from the eddies,
Many a muffled confession—many a sob and whisper'd word,
As of speakers far or hid.
How they sweep down and out! How they mutter!
Poets unnamed—artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs,
Love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaints—hope's last words,
Some suicide's despairing cry, away to the boundless waste, and
never again return.
On to oblivion then!
On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
On for your time, ye furious debouche!
And Yet Not You Alone
And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations;
I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,
Duly the needed discord?parts offsetting, blending,
Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
The rhythmus of