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the chinese nightingale and other poems-第3部分
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If we held not beside them it boded us ill。
From the parrots translating the cry;
And the apes in the trees came the whine:
〃Beware of the trumpeting swine。
Beware of the faith of a mammoth。〃
〃Beware of the faith of a tiger;〃
Came the roar from the southward that night。
Trumpeting mammoths warning us still
If we held not beside them it boded us ill。
The frail apes wailed to us all;
The parrots reechoed the call:
〃Beware of the faith of a tiger。〃
From the heights of the forest the watchers could see
The tiger…cats crunching the Leaf of the Tree
Lashing themselves; and scattering foam;
Killing our huntsmen; hurrying home。
The chiefs of the mammoths our mastery spurned;
And eastward restlessly fumed and burned。
The peacocks squalled out the news of their drilling
And told how they trampled; maneuvered; and turned。
Ten thousand man…hating tigers
Whirling down from the north; like a flood!
Ten thousand mammoths oncoming
From the south as avengers of blood!
Our child…queen was mourning; her magic was dead;
The roots of the Tiger Tree reeking with red。
IV
This is the tale of the Tiger Tree
A hundred times the height of a man;
Lord of the race since the world began。
We marched to the mammoths;
We pledged them our steel;
And scorning you; sang:
〃We are men;
We are men。〃
We mounted their necks;
And they stamped a wide reel。
We sang:
〃We are fighting the hell…cats again;
We are mound…builder men;
We are elephant men。〃
We left you there; lonely;
Beauty your power;
Wisdom your watchman;
To hold the clay tower。
While the black…mammoths boomed
〃You are elephant men;
Men;
Men;
Elephant men。〃
The dawn…winds prophesied battles untold。
While the Tiger Trees roared of the glories of old;
Of the masterful spirits and hard。
The drunken cats came in their joy
In the sunrise; a glittering wave。
〃We are tigers; are tigers;〃 they yowled。
〃Down;
Down;
Go the swine to the grave。〃
But we tramp
Tramp
Trampled them there;
Then charged with our sabres and spears。
The swish of the sabre;
The swish of the sabre;
Was a marvellous tune in our ears。
We yelled 〃We are men;
We are men。〃
As we bled to death in the sun。 。 。 。
Then staunched our horrible wounds
With the cry that the battle was won。 。 。 。
And at last;
When the black…mammoth legion
Split the night with their song:
〃Right is braver than wrong;
Right is stronger than wrong;〃
The buzzards came taunting:
〃Down from the north
Tiger…nations are sweeping along。〃
。 。 。 。 。
Then we ate of the ravening Leaf
As our savage fathers of old。
No longer our wounds made us weak;
No longer our pulses were cold。
Though half of my troops were afoot;
(For the great who had borne them were slain)
We dreamed we were tigers; and leaped
And foamed with that vision insane。
We cried 〃We are soldiers of doom;
Doom;
Sabres of glory and doom。〃
We wreathed the king of the mammoths
In the tiger…leaves' terrible bloom。
We flattered the king of the mammoths;
Loud…rattling sabres and spears。
The swish of the sabre;
The swish of the sabre;
Was a marvellous tune in his ears。
V
This was the end of the battle。
The tigers poured by in a tide
Over us all with their caterwaul call;
〃We are the tigers;〃
They cried。
〃We are the sabres;〃
They cried。
But we laughed while our blades swept wide;
While the dawn…rays stabbed through the gloom。
〃We are suns on fire〃 was our yell
〃Suns on fire。〃 。 。 。
But man…child and mastodon fell;
Mammoth and elephant fell。
The fangs of the devil…cats closed on the world;
Plunged it to blackness and doom。
The desolate red…clay wall
Echoed the parrots' call:
〃Immortal is the inner peace; free to beasts and men。
Beginning in the darkness; the mystery will conquer;
And now it comforts every heart that seeks for love again。
And now the mammoth bows the knee;
We hew down every Tiger Tree;
We send each tiger bound in love and glory to his den;
Bound in love 。 。 。 and wisdom 。 。 。 and glory; 。 。 。 to his den。〃
A peacock screamed of his beauty
On that broken wall by the trees;
Chiding his little mate;
Spreading his fans in the breeze 。 。 。
And you; with eyes of a bride;
Knelt on the wall at my side;
The deathless song in your mouth 。 。 。
A million new tigers swept south 。 。 。
As we laughed at the peacock; and died。
This is my vision in Springfield:
Three times as high as the dome;
Tiger…striped trees encircle the town;
Golden geysers of foam;
Though giant white parrots sail past; giving voice;
Though I walk with Peace…of…the…Heart and rejoice。
The Merciful Hand
Written to Miss Alice L。 F。 Fitzgerald; Edith Cavell memorial nurse;
going to the front。
Your fine white hand is Heaven's gift
To cure the wide world; stricken sore;
Bleeding at the breast and head;
Tearing at its wounds once more。
Your white hand is a prophecy;
A living hope that Christ shall come
And make the nations merciful;
Hating the bayonet and drum。
Each desperate burning brain you soothe;
Or ghastly broken frame you bind;
Brings one day nearer our bright goal;
The love…alliance of mankind。
Wellesley。
February; 1916。
Third Section
America at War with Germany; Beginning April; 1917
Our Mother Pocahontas
(Note: Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend; England。)
〃Pocahontas' body; lovely as a poplar; sweet as a red haw in November
or a pawpaw in May did she wonder? does she remember
in the dust in the cool tombs?〃
Carl Sandburg。
I
Powhatan was conqueror;
Powhatan was emperor。
He was akin to wolf and bee;
Brother of the hickory tree。
Son of the red lightning stroke
And the lightning…shivered oak。
His panther…grace bloomed in the maid
Who laughed among the winds and played
In excellence of savage pride;
Wooing the forest; open…eyed;
In the springtime;
In Virginia;
Our Mother; Pocahontas。
Her skin was rosy copper…red。
And high she held her beauteous head。
Her step was like a rustling leaf:
Her heart a nest; untouched of grief。
She dreamed of sons like Powhatan;
And through her blood the lightning ran。
Love…cries with the birds she sung;
Birdlike
In the grape…vine swung。
The Forest; arching low and wide
Gloried in its Indian bride。
Rolfe; that dim adventurer
Had not come a courtier。
John Rolfe is not our ancestor。
We rise from out the soul of her
Held in native wonderland;
While the sun's rays kissed her hand;
In the springtime;
In Virginia;
Our Mother; Pocahontas。
II
She heard the forest talking;
Across the sea came walking;
And traced the paths of Daniel Boone;
Then westward chased the painted moon。
She passed with wild young feet
On to Kansas wheat;
On to the miners' west;
The echoing canyons' guest;
Then the Pacific sand;
Waking;
Thrilling;
The midnight land。 。 。 。
On Adams street and Jefferson
Flames coming up from the ground!
On Jackson street and Washington
Flames coming up from the ground!
And why; until the dawning sun
Are flames coming up from the ground?
Because; through drowsy Springfield sped
This red…skin queen; with feathered head;
With winds and stars; that pay her court
And leaping beasts; that make her sport;
Because; gray Europe's rags august
She tramples in the dust;
Because we are her fields of corn;
Because our fires are all reborn
From her bosom's deathless embers;
Flaming
As she remembers
The springtime
And Virginia;
Our Mother; Pocahontas。
III
We here renounce our Saxon blood。
Tomorrow's hopes; an April flood
Come roaring in。 The newest race
Is born of her resilient grace。
We here renounce our Teuton pride:
Our Norse and Slavic boasts have died:
Italian dreams are swept away;
And Celtic feuds are lost today。 。 。 。
She sings of lilacs; maples; wheat;
Her own soil sings beneath her feet;
Of springtime
And Virginia;
Our Mother; Pocahontas。
Concerning Emperors
I。 God Send the Regicide
Would that the lying rulers of the world
Were brought to block for tyrannies abhorred。
Would that the sword of Cromwell and the Lord;
The sword of Joshua and Gideon;
Hewed hip and thigh the hosts of Midian。
God send that ironside ere tomorrow's sun;
Let Gabriel and Michael with him ride。
God send the Regicide。
II。 A Colloquial Reply: To Any Newsboy
If you lay for Iago at the stage door with a brick
You have missed the moral of the play。
He will have a midnight supper with Othello and his wife。
They will chirp together and be gay。
But the things Iago stands for must go down into the dust:
Lying and suspicion and conspiracy and lust。
And I cannot hate the Kaiser (I hope you understand。)
Yet I chase the thing he stands for with a brickbat in my hand。
Niagara
I
Within the town of Buffalo
Are prosy men with leaden eyes。
Like ants they worry to and fro;
(Important men; in Buffalo。)
But only twenty miles away
A deathless glory is at play:
Niagara; Niagara。
The women buy their lace and cry:
〃O such a delicate design;〃
And over ostrich feathers sigh;
By counters there; in Buffalo。
The children haunt the trinket shops;
They buy false…faces; bells; and tops;
Forgetting great Niagara。
Within the town of Buffalo
Are stores with garnets; sapphires; pearls;
Rubies; emeralds aglow;
Opal chains in Buffalo;
Cherished symbols of success。
They value not your rainbow dress:
Niagara; Niagara。
The shaggy meaning of her na
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