加载中…【奥登的一首诗】
(2016-10-20 14:45:11)Musée des Beaux
Arts
About suffering they were never
wrong,
The Old Masters: how well, they
understood
Its human position; how it
takes place
While someone else is eating or
opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are
reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there
always must be
Children who did not specially
want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the
wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful
martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy
spot
Where the dogs go on with their
doggy life and the torturer’s horse
Scratches its innocent behind
on a tree.
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