a reading of life-第2章
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We dolorous complainers had a dream;
Wrought on the vacant air from inner fire;
We saw stand bare of her celestial beam
The glorious Goddess; and we dared desire。
Thereat are shown reproachful eyes; and lips
Of upward curl to meanings half obscure;
And glancing where a wood…nymph lightly skips
She nods: at once that creature wears her lure。
Blush of our being between birth and death:
Sob of our ripened blood for its next breath:
Her wily semblance nought of her denies;
Seems it the Goddess runs; the Goddess hies;
The generous Goddess yields。 And she can arm
Her dwarfed and twisted with her secret charm;
Benevolent as Earth to feed her own。
Fully shall they be fed; if they beseech。
But scorn she has for them that walk alone;
Blanched men; starved women; whom no arts can pleach。
The men as chief of criminals she disdains;
And holds the reason in perceptive thought。
More pitiable; like rivers lacking rains;
Kissing cold stones; the women shrink for drought。
Those faceless discords; out of nature strayed;
Rank of the putrefaction ere decayed;
In impious singles bear the thorny wreaths:
Their lives are where harmonious Pleasure breathes
For couples crowned with flowers that burn in dew。
Comes there a tremor of night's forest horn
Across her garden from the insaner crew;
She darkens to malignity of scorn。
A shiver courses through her garden…grounds:
Grunt of the tusky boar; the baying hounds;
The hunter's shouts; are heard afar; and bring
Dead on her heart her crimsoned flower of Spring。
These; the irreverent of Life's design;
Division between natural and divine
Would cast; these vaunting barrenness for best;
In veins of gathered strength Life's tide arrest;
And these because the roses flood their cheeks;
Vow them in nature wise as when Love speaks。
With them is war; and well the Goddess knows
What undermines the race who mount the rose;
How the ripe moment; lodged in slumberous hours;
Enkindled by persuasion overpowers:
Why weak as are her frailer trailing weeds;
The strong when Beauty gleams o'er Nature's needs;
And timely guile unguarded finds them lie。
They who her sway withstand a sea defy;
At every point of juncture must be proof;
Nor look for mercy from the incessant surge
Her forces mixed of craft and passion urge
For the one whelming wave to spring aloof。
She; tenderness; is pitiless to them
Resisting in her godhead nature's truth。
No flower their face shall be; but writhen stem;
Their youth a frost; their age the dirge for youth。
These miserably disinclined;
The lamentably unembraced;
Insult the Pleasures Earth designed
To people and beflower the waste。
Wherefore the Pleasures pass them by:
For death they live; in life they die。
Her head the Goddess from them turns;
As from grey mounds of ashes in bronze urns。
She views her quivering couples unconsoled;
And of her beauty mirror they become;
Like orchard blossoms; apple; pear and plum;
Free of the cloud; beneath the flood of gold。
Crowned with wreaths that burn in dew;
Her couples whirl; sun…satiated;
Athirst for shade; they sigh; they wed;
They play the music made of two:
Oldest of earth; earth's youngest till earth's end:
Cunninger than the numbered strings;
For melodies; for harmonies;
For mastered discords; and the things
Not vocable; whose mysteries
Are inmost Love's; Life's reach of Life extend。
Is it an anguish overflowing shame
And the tongue's pudency confides to her;
With eyes of embers; breath of incense myrrh;
The woman's marrow in some dear youth's name;
Then is the Goddess tenderness
Maternal; and she has a sister's tones
Benign to soothe intemperate distress;
Divide despair from hope; and sighs from moans。
Her gentleness imparts exhaling ease
To those of her milk…bearer votaries
As warm of bosom…earth as she; of the source
Direct; erratic but in heart's excess;
Being mortal and ill…matched for Love's great force;
Like green leaves caught with flames by his impress。
And pray they under skies less overcast;
That swiftly may her star of eve descend;
Her lustrous morning star fly not too fast;
To lengthen blissful night will she befriend。
Unfailing her reply to woman's voice
In supplication instant。 Is it man's;
She hears; approves his words; her garden scans;
And him: the flowers are various; he has choice。
Perchance his wound is deep; she listens long;
Enjoys what music fills the plaintive song;
And marks how he; who would be hawk at poise
Above the bird; his plaintive song enjoys。
She reads him when his humbled manhood weeps
To her invoked: distraction is implored。
A smile; and he is up on godlike leaps
Above; with his bright Goddess owned the adored。
His tales of her declare she condescends;
Can share his fires; not always goads and rends:
Moreover; quits a throne; and must enclose
A queenlier gem than woman's wayside rose。
She bends; he quickens; she breathes low; he springs
Enraptured; low she laughs; his woes disperse;
Aloud she laughs and sweeps his varied strings。
'Tis taught him how for touch of mournful verse
Rarely the music made of two ascends;
And Beauty's Queen some other way is won。
Or it may solve the riddle; that she lends
Herself to all; and yields herself to none;
Save heavenliest: though claims by men are raised
In hot assurance under shade of doubt:
And numerous are the images bepraised
As Beauty's Queen; should passion head the rout。
Be sure the ruddy hue is Love's: to woo
Love's Fountain we must mount the ruddy hue。
That is her garden's precept; seen where shines
Her blood…flower; and its unsought neighbour pines。
Daughter of light; the joyful light;
She bids her couples face full East;
Reflecting radiance; even when from her feast
Their outstretched arms brown deserts disunite;
The lion…haunted thickets hold apart。
In love the ruddy hue declares great heart;
High confidence in her whose aid is lent
To lovers lifting the tuned instrument;
Not one of rippled strings and funeral tone。
And doth the man pursue a tightened zone;
Then be it as the Laurel God he runs;
Confirmed to win; with countenance the Sun's。
Should pity bless the tremulous voice of woe
He lifts for pity; limp his offspring show。
For him requiring woman's arts to please
Infantile tastes with babe reluctances;
No race of giants! In the woman's veins
Persuasion ripely runs; through hers the pains。
Her choice of him; should kind occasion nod;
Aspiring blends the Titan with the God;
Yet unto dwarf and mortal; she; submiss
In her high Lady's mandate; yields the kiss;
And is it needed that Love's daintier brute
Be snared as hunter; she will tempt pursuit。
She is great Nature's ever intimate
In breast; and doth as ready handmaid wait;
Until perverted by her senseless male;
She plays the winding snake; the shrinking snail;
The flying deer; all tricks of evil fame;
Elusive to allure; since he grew tame。
Hence has the Goddess; Nature's earliest Power;
And greatest and most present; with her dower
Of the transcendent beauty; gained repute
For meditated guile。 She laughs to hear
A charge her garden's labyrinths scarce confute;
Her garden's histories tell of to all near。
Let it be said; But less upon her guile
Doth she rely for her immortal smile。
Still let the rumour spread; and terror screens
To push her conquests by the simplest means。
While man abjures not lustihead; nor swerves
From earth's good labours; Beauty's Queen he serves。
Her spacious garden and her garden's grant
She offers in reward for handsome cheer:
Choice of the nymphs whose looks will slant
The secret down a dewy leer
Of corner eyelids into haze:
Many a fair Aphrosyne
Like flower…bell to honey…bee:
And here they flicker round the maze
Bewildering him in heart and head:
And here they wear the close demure;
With subtle peeps to reassure:
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