SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE AND OTHER LOVE POEMS 精彩片段:
Sonnets from the Portuguese i-v
Sonnets from the Portuguese i
I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wishd-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw in gradual vision through my tears
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years--
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,
Guess now who holds thee?--Death, I said. But there