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英文诗歌鉴赏:至于死亡

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And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to

  try to alarm me.

  To his work without flinching the accoucheur comes,

  I see the elder-hand pressing receiving supporting,

  I recline by the sills of the exquisite flexible doors,

  And mark the outlet, and mark the relief and escape.

  And as to you Corpse I think you are good manure, but that does not

  offend me,

  I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing,

  I reach to the leafy lips, I reach to the polish'd breasts of melons.

  And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,

  (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.)

  I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,

  O suns--O grass of graves--O perpetual transfers and promotions,

  If you do not say any thing how can I say any thing?

  Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,

  Of the moon that descends the steeps of the soughing twilight,

  Toss, sparkles of day and dusk--toss on the black stems that decay

  in the muck,

  Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.


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