英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

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英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

- f9 E/ ]7 X9 S. i# r( u' [- {7 F　　Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
1 Q' S7 h9 k& p# R6 Y　　London has swept about you this score years
　　And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
* |% K' f$ ?# Y$ O  `  R# d- p$ x# M　　Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
: ^3 C1 [- k' W  Q& @. u9 y/ a　　Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
# u2 A; Z3 c8 @0 Q  ?2 @  G4 d/ u/ p- k　　Great minds have sought you- lacking someone else.
7 b6 ]1 n% f7 x( O1 f　　You have been second always. Tragical?
　　No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
+ `5 q, u$ H: c& m# k! M9 r" j　　One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
　　One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
: I6 D5 Q% m4 d: I) B% ^) @: O) v　　Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
　　Hours, where something might have floated up.
" V! }8 n- T* Q0 j6 ]　　And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
　　You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
　　And takes strange gain away:
　　Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
　　Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
　　Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
; d: C& ^  U9 s+ O2 u　　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:
2 ^5 t& e) X* x  @* b( Q　　The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
* y1 F4 }* f5 K! N. F6 S　　Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
　　These are your riches, your great store; and yet
　　For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
　　Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
　　In the slow float of differing light and deep,
　　No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
　　Nothing that's quite your own.
2 Z; |* d$ z3 P: Q* Y3 m6 x　　Yet this is you.
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