anthology of massachusetts poets(马萨诸赛诗人)-第5节
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Ledwidge； even！
GRACE HAZARD CONKLING
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DANDELION
LITTLE soldier with the golden helmet； O What are you guarding on
my lawn？ You with your green gun And your yellow beard； Why do you
stand so stiff？ There is only the grass to fight！
HILDA CONKLING
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RED ROOSTER
RED ROOSTER in your gray coop； O stately creature with tail…
feathers red and blue； Yellow and black； You have a comb gay as a parade
On your head： You have pearl trinkets On your feet： The short feathers
smooth along your back Are the dark color of wet rocks； Or the rippled
green of ships When I look at their sides through water。 I don't know how
you happened to be made So proud； so foolish； Wearing your coat of many
colors； Shouting all day long your crooked words； Loud 。 。 。 sharp 。 。 。 not
beautiful！
HILDA CONKLING
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VELVETS （BY A BED OF
PANSIES）
THIS pansy has a thinking face Like the yellow moon。 This one has a
face with white blots； I call him the clown。 Here goes one down the grass
With a pretty look of plumpness； She is a little girl going to school With
her hands in the pockets of her pinafore。 Her name is Sue。 I like this one；
in a bonnet； Waiting； Her eyes are so deep！ But these on the other side；
These that wear purple and blue； They are the Velvets； The king with his
cloak； The queen with her gown； The prince with his feather。 These are
dark and quiet And stay alone。 I know you； Velvets； Color of Dark； Like
the pine…tree on the hill When stars shine！
HILDA CONKLING
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HE MOODS
THE Moods have laid their hands across my hair： The Moods have
drawn their fingers through my heart； My hair shall never more lie smooth
and bright； But stir like tide…worn sea…weed； and my heart Shall never
more be glad of small sweet things；… A wild rose； or a crescent moon；…a
book Of little verses； or a dancing child。 My heart turns crying from the
rose and book； My heart turns crying from the thin bright moon； And
weeps with useless sorrow for the child。 The Moods have loosed a wind to
vex my hair； And made my heart too wise； that was a child。
Now I shall blow like smitten candle…flame： I shall desire all things
that may not be： The years； the stars； the souls of ancient men； All tears
that must； and smiles that may not be； Yes； glimmering lights across a
windy ford； And vagrant voices on a darkened plain； And holy things； and
outcast things； and things； Far too remote； frail…bodied to be plain。
My pity and my joy are grown alike。 I cannot sweep the strangeness
from my heart。 The Moods have laid swift hands across my hair： The
Moods have drawn swift fingers through my heart。 FANNIE STEARNS
DAVIS
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HILL…FANTASY
SITTETH by the red cairn a brown One； a hoofed One； High upon the
mountain； where the grasses fail。 Where the ash…trees flourish far their
blazing Bunches to the sun； A brown One； a hoofed One； pipes against the
gale。 Up scrambled I then； furry fingers helping me。
I was on the mountain； wandering； wandering； No one but the pine
trees and the white birch knew。 Over rocks I scrambled； looked up and
saw that Strange Thing； Peaked ears and sharp horns； pricked against the
blue。
Oh； and； how he piped there！ piped upon the high reeds Till the blue
air crackled like a frost…film on a pool！ Oh； and how he spread himself；
like a child whom no one heeds； Tumbled chuckling in the brook； all sleek
and kind and cool！
He had berries 'twixt his horns； crimson…red as cochineal。； Bobbing；
wagging wantonly they tickled him； and oh； How his deft lips puckered
round the reed； seemed to chase and steal Sky…music； earth…music； tree…
music low！ I said 〃Good…day； Thou！〃 He said； 〃Good…day； Thou！〃 Wiped
his reed against the spotted doe…skin on his back； He said； 〃Come up here；
and I will teach thee piping now。 While the earth is singing so； for tunes
we shall not Lack。〃
Up scrambled I then； furry fingers helping me。 Up scrambled I。 So we
sat beside the cairn。 Broad into my face laughed that horned Thing so
Naughtily。 Oh； it was a rascal of a woodland Satyr's bairn！
'So blow； and so； Thou！ Move thy fingers faster； look！ Move them like
the little leaves and whirling midges。 So！ Soon ‘twill twist like tendrils
and out…twinkle like the lost brook。 Move thy fingers merrily； and blow！
Blow！ Blow！〃
Brown One！ Hoofed One！ Beat time to keep me Straight。 Kick it on
the red stone； whistle in my ear。 Brush thy crimson berries in my face；
then hold Thy breath； for…wait！ Joy comes bubbling to me lips。 I pipe； oh；
hear！
Blue sky； art glad of us？ Green wood； art glad of us？ Old hard…heart
mountain； dost thou hear me； how I blow？ Far away the sea…isles swim in
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sun…haze luminous。 Each one has a color like the seven…splendor bow。
Wind； wind； wind； dost thou mind me how I pipe； Now？ Chipmunk
chatt'ring in the beech； rabbit in the brake？ Furry arm around my neck：
〃Oh； Thou art a brave one； Thou！〃 Satyr； little satyr…friend； my heart with
joy doth ache ！
Sky…music； earth…music； tree…music tremulous； Water over steaming
rocks； water in the shade； Storm…tune and sun…tune； how they flock up
unto us； Sitting by the red cairn； gay and unafraid！
Brown One； Hoofed One； give me nimble hoofs； Thou！ Give me furry
fingers and a secret furry tail！ Pleasant are thy smooth horns： if their like
were on my brow Might I not abide here； till the strong sun fail？
Oh； the sorry brown eyes！ Oh； the soft kind hand… touch； Sudden
brush of velvet ears across my wind…cool cheek！ 〃Play…mate； Pipe…mate；
thou askest one good boon too much。 I could never find thee horns； though
day…long I seek。
〃Yet； keep the pipe； Thou： I will cut another one。 Keep the pipe and
play on it for all the world to hear。 Ah； but it was good once to sit together
in the sun！ Though I have but half a soul； it finds thee very dear！
〃Wise Thing； Mortal Thing； yet my half…soul fears thee！ Take the pipe
and go thy ways；quick now； for the sun Reels across the hot west and
stumbles dazzled to the sea。 Take the pipe； and oh…one kiss！ then run； run；
run！ run！〃
Silence on the mountain。 Lonely stands the high cairn； All the leaves
a…shivering； all the stones dead…gray。 O thou cold small pipe； which way is
fled that Satyr's bairn？ I am lost and all alone； and down drops the day。
I was on the mountain； wandering； wandering There I got this Pipe o'
dreams。 Strange； when I blow； Something deep as human love starts a…
crying； troubling。 Is it only sky…music； earth…music low？
FANNIE STEARNS DAVIS
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THE MIRAGE
ACROSS the Bay are low…lying cliffs； Where stand fishermen's
cottages： I can barely distinguish them with the naked eye。 But to…day the
cliffs are lifted； escarpt； Perpendicular； mysterious； inaccessible； And those
sordid dwellings have become The magnificent fortified castles of Sea…
kings。
NATHAN HASKELL DOLE
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THE ROAD BEYOND THE
TOWN
A ROAD goes up a pleasant hill； And a little house looks down： Ah！
but I see the roadway still And the day I left the town。
The day I left my father's home； It'
