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作者:想聊      更新:2021-02-24 22:39      字数:9322
  DREAMS & DUST
  DREAMS & DUST
  POEMS BY DON MARQUIS
  TO MY MOTHER VIRGINIA WHITMORE MARQUIS
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  PROEM
  〃SO LET THEM PASS; THESE SONGS OF
  MINE〃
  So    let  them   pass;  these  songs  of  mine;  Into  oblivion;  nor  repine;
  Abandoned   ruins     of   large  schemes;   Dimmed   lights   adrift  from   nobler
  dreams;
  Weak wings I sped on quests divine; So let them pass; these songs of
  mine。 They soar; or sink ephemeral I care not greatly which befall!
  For if no song I e'er had wrought; Still have I loved and laughed and
  fought; So let them pass; these songs of mine; I sting too hot with life to
  whine!
  Still shall I struggle; fail; aspire; Lose God; and find Gods in the mire;
  And drink dream…deep life's heady wine So let them pass; these songs of
  mine。
  DAYLIGHT HUMORS
  THIS IS ANOTHER DAY
  I   AM    mine   own   priest;  and  I  shrive  myself  Of   all  my  wasted
  yesterdays。    Though sin And sloth and foolishness; and all ill weeds Of
  error;  evil;  and   neglect  grow   rank And   ugly  there;  I   dare   forgive   myself
  That   error;   sin;   and   sloth   and   foolishness。   God   knows   that   yesterday   I
  played the fool; God knows that yesterday I played the knave; But shall I
  therefore   cloud  this   new   dawn   o'er   With   fog   of   futile   sighs   and   vain
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  regrets?
  This   is   another   day!  And   flushed   Hope   walks Adown   the   sunward
  slopes with golden shoon。 This is another day; and its young strength Is
  laid upon the quivering hills until; Like Egypt's Memnon; they grow quick
  with song。 This is another day; and the bold world Leaps up and grasps its
  light; and laughs; as leapt Prometheus up and wrenched the fire from Zeus。
  This   is   another   dayare   its   eyes   blurred   With   maudlin   grief   for   any
  wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp
  dust; death; deathI am alive! And out of all the dust and death of mine
  Old selves I dare to lift a singing heart And living faith; my spirit dares
  drink deep Of the red mirth mantling in the cup of morn。
  APRIL SONG
  FLEET   across   the   grasses       Flash   the   feet   of   Spring;   Piping;   as   he
  passes Fleet across the grasses; 〃Follow; lads and lasses!                  Sing; world;
  sing!〃 Fleet across the grasses          Flash the feet of Spring!
  Idle   winds   deliver     Rumors   through   the   town;   Tales   of   reeds   that
  quiver;   Idle   winds   deliver;   Where   the   rapid   river     Drags   the   willows
  down Idle winds deliver           Rumors through the town。
  In the country places         By the silver brooks April airs her graces; In
  the country places Wayward April paces;                Laughter in her looks; In the
  country places        By the silver brooks。
  Hints of alien glamor          Even reach the town; Urban muses stammer
  Hints   of   alien   glamor;   But   the   city's   clamor   Beats   the   voices   down;
  Hints of alien glamor         Even reach the town。
  THIS EARTH; IT IS ALSO A STAR
  WHERE   the   singers   of   Saturn   find      tongue;      Where   the    Galaxy's
  lovers   embrace;   Our   world   and   its   beauty   are   sung!     They   lean   from
  their casements to trace         If our planet still spins in its place; Faith fables
  the thing that we are;        And Fantasy laughs and gives chase: This earth; it
  is also a star!
  Round the sun; that is fixed; and hung            For a lamp in the darkness of
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  space    We    are  whirled;    we   are  swirled;   we   are   flung;     Singing     and
  shining     we   race    And     our  light  on   the  uplifted   face  Of   dreamer    or
  prophet afar       May fall as a symbol of grace: This earth; it is also a star!
  Looking   out   where   our   planet   is   swung      Doubt   loses   his   writhen
  grimace; Dry hearts drink the gleams and are young;                   Where agony's
  boughs   interlace       His   Garden   some   Jesus   may   pace;   Lifting;   the   wan
  avatar;      His soul to this light as a vase! This earth; it is also a star!
  Great spirits in sorrowful case          Yearn to us through the vapors that
  bar: Canst think of that; soul; and be base?           This earth; it is also a star!
  THE NAME
  IT shifts and shifts from form to form;            It drifts and darkles; gleams
  and glows;   It   is   the passion   of the   storm;    The   poignance   of the   rose;
  Through   changing   shapes;   through   devious                ways;      By   noon   or
  night;    through    cloud   or   flame;   My    heart   has  followed     all  my   days
  Something I cannot name。
  In   sunlight   on   some   woman's   hair;     Or   starlight   in   some   woman's
  eyne; Or in low laughter smothered where                 Her red lips wedded mine;
  My   heart   hath   known;   and   thrilled   to   know;     This   unnamed   presence
  that it sought; And when my heart hath found it so;               〃Love is the name;〃
  I thought。
  Sometimes when sudden afterglows                In futile glory storm the skies
  Within their transient gold and rose            The secret stirs and dies; Or when
  the   trampling   morn   walks   o'er      The   troubled   seas;   with   feet   of   flame;
  My awed heart whispers; 〃Ask no more;                For Beauty is the name!〃
  Or    dreaming     in  old  chapels    where      The     dim   aisles   pulse   with
  murmurings That part are  music; part are prayer                (Or rush of   hidden
  wings)     Sometimes      I  lift  a  startled   head      To    some    saint's   carven
  countenance;   Half   fancying   that   the   lips   have   said;    All   names   mean
  God; perchance!〃
  THE BIRTH
  THERE is a legend that the love of God So quickened under Mary's
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  heart it wrought Her very  maidenhood to holier stuff。 。 。 。 However that
  may  be;   the   birth befell   Upon   a   night   when   all the   Syrian   stars   Swayed
  tremulous before one lordlier orb That rose in gradual splendor;  Paused;
  Flooding the firmament with mystic light; And dropped upon the breathing
  hills A sudden music Like a distillation from its gleams; A rain of spirit
  and a dew of song!
  A MOOD OF PAVLOWA
  THE soul of the Spring through its body of earth                 Bursts in a bloom
  of fire; And the crocuses come in a rainbow riot of mirth。。。。                They flutter;
  they   burn;   they   take   wing;   they           aspire。   。   。   。   Wings;   motion   and
  music     and    flame;    Flower;    woman      and    laughter;    and   all   these   the
  same! She is light and first love and the youth of the                      world; She is
  sandaled with joy 。 。 。 she is lifted and                 whirled; She is flung; she is
  swirled;  she   is   driven   along     By  the  carnival   winds   that   have   torn   her
  away       From the coronal bloom on the brow of the                       May。 。 。 。 She
  is youth; she is foam; she is flame; she is                  visible Song!
  THE POOL
  REACH   over;   my   Undine;   and   clutch   me   a   reed   Nymph   of   mine
  idleness; notch me a pipe For I am fulfilled of the silence; and long For
  to utter the sense of the silence in song。
  Down…stream   all   the   rapids   are   troubled   with   pebbles       That   fetter
  and    fret  what    the  water    would    utter;  And    it  rushes   and   splashes    in
  tremulous      trebles;     It  makes     haste   through    the  shallows;    its  soul   is
  aflutter;
  But   here   all   the   sound   is   serene   and   outspread  In   the   murmurous
  moods of a slow…swirling pool;              Here all the sounds are unhurried and
  cool; Every silence is kith to a sound; they are wed; They are mated; are
  mingled;   are   tangled;   are            bound;   Every   hush   is   in   love   with   a
  sound; every sound By the law of its life to some silence is bound。