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爱伦·坡诗选_第22节

爱伦·坡诗选  | 作者:爱伦·坡|  2026-01-15 00:52:23 | TXT下载 | ZIP下载

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us is made

A type of that twin entity which springs

From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.

There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—

Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,

Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,

Some human memories and tearful lore,

Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."

He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!

No power hath he of evil in himself;

But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)

Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,

That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod

No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

(1839)

十四行诗静

有某些质——某些无形体的东西,

具有双重生命,就这样被造成

一种孪生的实体,实体从物质

和光中涌出,在实和虚中证明。

有一种双重的静——大海和海岸——

灵与肉。独自住在偏僻的地角。

刚被草覆盖;某些庄严的祈祷,

某些含泪的传说和人类的记念

使它不可怕:它叫“永不复焉”。

它就是无形体的静:请别吃惊!

它本身并不具有伤害人的力量;

但假若命运(不济的命运!)

让你把它的影子(精灵)碰上,

(无名精灵所呆之处人迹罕至)

那就请你把你自己托付给上帝!

(1839)

The Conqueror Worm

Lo! 'tis a gala night

Within the lonesome latter years!

An angel throng, bewinged, bedight

In veils, and drowned in tears,

Sit in a theatre, to see

A play of hopes and fears,

While the orchestra breathes fitfully

The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,

Mutter and mumble low,

And hither and thither fly—

Mere puppets they, who come and go

At bidding of vast formless things

That shift the scenery to and fro,

Flapping from out their Condor wings

Invisible Wo!

That motley drama—oh, be sure

It shall not be forgot!

With its Phantom chased for ever more,

By a crowd that seize it not,

Through a circle that ever returneth in

To the self-same spot,

And much of Madness, and more of Sin,

And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout

A crawling shape intrude!

A blood-red thing that writhes from out

The scenic solitude!

It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs

The mimes become its food,

And seraphs sob at vermin fangs

In human gore imbued.

Out—out are the lights—out all!

And, over each quivering form,

The curtain, a funeral pall,

Comes down with the rush of a storm,

While the angels, all pallid and wan,

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