[00:00.000] 作词 : T.S. Eliot
[00:00.024] 作曲 : Thomas S Eliot
[00:00.49]The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
[00:05.34]Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.61]When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:11.78]Like a patient etherized upon a table;
[00:14.67]Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
[00:18.37]The muttering retreats
[00:20.28]Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
[00:23.92]And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
[00:27.69]Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:31.37]Of insidious intent
[00:32.78]To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:35.72]Oh, do not ask, “What is it?“
[00:38.57]Let us go and make our visit.
[00:42.02]In the room the women come and go
[00:45.96]Talking of Michelangelo.
[00:48.82]The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
[00:54.42]The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
[00:58.78]Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:01.96]Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:05.85]Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:09.56]Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:13.46]And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:17.23]Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:22.73]And indeed there will be time
[01:25.00]For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:28.39]Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
[01:30.29]There will be time, there will be time
[01:33.06]To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
[01:36.72]There will be time to murder and create,
[01:39.93]And time for all the works and days of hands
[01:44.15]That lift and drop a question on your plate;
[01:47.00]Time for you and time for me,
[01:49.87]And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[01:52.97]And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[01:55.42]Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:00.20]In the room the women come and go
[02:04.37]Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:07.23]And indeed there will be time
[02:10.12]To wonder, “Do I dare?“ and, “Do I dare?“
[02:13.68]Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:17.44]With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
[02:19.77](They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!“)
[02:22.75]My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:26.50]My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
[02:30.56](They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!“)
[02:34.65]Do I dare
[02:36.47]Disturb the universe?
[02:38.38]In a minute there is time
[02:40.09]For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[02:44.81]For I have known them all already, known them all:
[02:49.27]Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[02:52.80]I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
[02:55.69]I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[02:59.13]Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:01.59]So how should I presume?
[03:04.06]And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
[03:09.87]The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[03:12.62]And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[03:16.05]When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[03:18.53]Then how should I begin
[03:20.28]To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
[03:24.46]And how should I presume?
[03:26.68]And I have known the arms already, known them all--
[03:32.77]Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[03:36.28](But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
[03:40.00]Is it perfume from a dress
[03:41.46]That makes me so digress?
[03:43.22]Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[03:47.65]And how should I presume?
[03:50.00]And how should I begin?
[03:53.93]Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[03:58.93]And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:02.30]Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[04:07.74]I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[04:11.30]Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[04:15.61]And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[04:20.70]Smoothed by long fingers,
[04:23.35]Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[04:27.17]Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[04:30.85]Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[04:34.82]Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[04:38.40]But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[04:42.67]Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
[04:47.50]I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
[04:51.47]I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[04:55.00]And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[04:59.90]And in short, I was afraid.
[05:04.30]And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:07.75]After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[05:10.63]Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[05:14.91]Would it have been worth while,
[05:16.49]To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[05:18.75]To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[05:22.16]To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[05:25.29]To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[05:29.93]Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[05:33.43]If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[05:37.56]Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
[05:41.62]That is not it, at all."
[05:44.11]And would it have been worth it, after all,
[05:47.23]Would it have been worth while,
[05:49.56]After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[05:53.85]After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor--
[06:00.19]And this, and so much more?--
[06:02.63]It is impossible to say just what I mean
[06:05.17]But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[06:09.73]Would it have been worth while
[06:11.69]If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[06:15.56]And turning toward the window, should say:
[06:18.56]"That is not it at all,
[06:21.42]That is not what I meant, at all."
[06:25.26]No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
[06:30.75]Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[06:33.68]To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[06:37.09]Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
[06:40.92]Deferential, glad to be of use,
[06:44.10]Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
[06:46.93]Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
[06:50.45]At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
[06:54.23]Almost, at times, the Fool.
[06:58.47]I grow old ... I grow old ...
[07:01.64]I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[07:05.44]Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[07:10.23]I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[07:14.43]I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[07:18.62]I do not think that they will sing to me.
[07:22.49]I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[07:26.85]Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[07:30.77]When the wind blows the water white and black.
[07:35.62]We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[07:39.44]By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[07:44.52]Till human voices wake us, and we drown.