英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

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英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

, ?4 f( |* u+ e　　Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
4 w! K5 Z) T4 H* e5 A2 ?- _　　London has swept about you this score years
　　And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
9 ~: N% a0 Q, K7 r4 f　　Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
8 X/ n* a" V/ q( F$ Y4 s) U' I& Y　　Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
　　Great minds have sought you- lacking someone else.
$ P& S) {1 n8 S, d　　You have been second always. Tragical?
0 o+ X: a" ^; H' M7 C: E# P9 m2 L/ G4 h　　No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
( ?) A8 T9 e( E2 Z- q1 c& d　　One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
　　One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
5 |. Z: v- x+ a　　Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
　　Hours, where something might have floated up.
　　And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
( M" A+ V7 Z7 l$ D3 e! {　　You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
; A+ v; M2 X) X+ w; w, s　　And takes strange gain away:
　　Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
9 z* p  ^. n0 X" Q& d. k. _　　Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
　　Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
2 {+ w6 K1 k7 k" p# i4 ]# ?% S* {　　That might prove useful and yet never proves,
　　That never fits a corner or shows use,
　　Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
　　The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
　　Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
　　These are your riches, your great store; and yet
1 S( n' T& N3 `5 k　　For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
6 ?  {( {; ?* g　　Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
& s0 @" A) Z6 n" e4 |) P7 K/ i2 h6 K　　In the slow float of differing light and deep,
! c8 _, w6 B' G- _$ Y　　No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
　　Nothing that's quite your own.
+ @" s& }7 X; D0 H) ]: v　　Yet this is you.