The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock (Soundtrack) 歌词

歌曲	The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock (Soundtrack)
歌手	Karl Verkade
专辑	Soundtracks & Stories Ii: Prufrock Landscapes
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[00:05.64]	Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.98]	When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:14.27]	Like a patient etherized upon a table;
[00:19.64]	Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
[00:23.91]	The muttering retreats
[00:25.10]	Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
[00:29.59]	And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
[00:34.63]	Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:37.98]	Of insidious intent
[00:41.42]	To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:46.32]	Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
[00:49.97]	Let us go and make our visit.
[00:53.89]	In the room the women come and go
[00:55.83]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[01:00.52]	The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
[01:05.75]	The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
[01:10.68]	Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:14.70]	Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:19.54]	Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:24.29]	Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:30.07]	And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:34.45]	Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:40.78]	And indeed there will be time
[01:44.31]	For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:47.90]	Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
[01:50.96]	There will be time, there will be time
[01:54.64]	To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
[01:57.98]	There will be time to murder and create,
[02:02.59]	And time for all the works and days of hands
[02:06.16]	That lift and drop a question on your plate;
[02:10.28]	Time for you and time for me,
[02:13.72]	And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[02:17.08]	And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[02:19.55]	Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:23.92]	In the room the women come and go
[02:26.09]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:31.09]	And indeed there will be time
[02:34.75]	To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
[02:40.39]	Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:43.95]	With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
[02:47.41]	(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
[02:51.19]	My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:56.06]	My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
[03:03.49]	(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
[03:10.05]	Do I dare
[03:10.66]	Disturb the universe?
[03:15.44]	In a minute there is time
[03:17.91]	For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[03:24.76]	For I have known them all already, known them all:
[03:29.90]	Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[03:34.12]	I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
[03:38.68]	I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[03:42.88]	Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:48.74]	So how should I presume?
[03:52.60]	And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
[03:57.50]	The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[04:00.71]	And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[04:04.29]	When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[04:08.04]	Then how should I begin
[04:10.44]	To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
[04:13.67]	And how should I presume?
[04:16.55]	And I have known the arms already, known them all—
[04:20.32]	Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[04:24.21]	(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
[04:28.89]	Is it perfume from a dress
[04:32.10]	That makes me so digress?
[04:36.04]	Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[04:41.16]	And should I then presume?
[04:44.27]	And how should I begin?
[04:49.64]	Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[04:54.09]	And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:57.00]	Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[05:05.07]	I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[05:07.00]	Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[05:13.28]	And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[05:17.61]	Smoothed by long fingers,
[05:21.34]	Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[05:28.43]	Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[05:33.66]	Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[05:37.52]	Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[05:42.43]	But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[05:47.48]	Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
[05:53.42]	I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
[05:58.79]	I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[06:02.68]	And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[06:10.29]	And in short, I was afraid.
[06:15.93]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:18.98]	After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[06:21.64]	Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[06:25.43]	Would it have been worth while,
[06:27.87]	To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[06:30.58]	To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[06:33.00]	To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[06:35.88]	To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[06:38.42]	Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"—
[06:43.15]	If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[06:45.66]	Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
[06:51.17]	That is not it, at all."
[06:54.97]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:58.24]	Would it have been worth while,
[07:00.29]	After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[07:03.95]	After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
[07:10.23]	And this, and so much more?—
[07:14.50]	It is impossible to say just what I mean!
[07:20.06]	But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[07:25.02]	Would it have been worth while
[07:27.33]	If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[07:31.68]	And turning toward the window, should say:
[07:35.05]	"That is not it at all,
[07:38.48]	That is not what I meant, at all."
[07:42.99]	No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
[07:47.68]	Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[07:51.47]	To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[07:54.80]	Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
[08:05.39]	Deferential, glad to be of use,
[08:09.17]	Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
[08:12.98]	Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
[08:16.76]	At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
[08:20.92]	Almost, at times, the Fool.
[08:27.42]	I grow old ... I grow old ...
[08:34.77]	I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[08:39.41]	Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[08:46.00]	I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[08:51.61]	I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[08:58.65]	I do not think that they will sing to me.
[09:04.49]	I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[09:09.09]	Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[09:13.68]	When the wind blows the water white and black.
[09:21.16]	We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[09:24.33]	By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[09:30.44]	Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[00:05.64]	Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.98]	When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:14.27]	Like a patient etherized upon a table
[00:19.64]	Let us go, through certain halfdeserted streets,
[00:23.91]	The muttering retreats
[00:25.10]	Of restless nights in onenight cheap hotels
[00:29.59]	And sawdust restaurants with oystershells:
[00:34.63]	Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:37.98]	Of insidious intent
[00:41.42]	To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:46.32]	Oh, do not ask, " What is it?"
[00:49.97]	Let us go and make our visit.
[00:53.89]	In the room the women come and go
[00:55.83]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[01:00.52]	The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes,
[01:05.75]	The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes,
[01:10.68]	Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:14.70]	Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:19.54]	Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:24.29]	Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:30.07]	And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:34.45]	Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:40.78]	And indeed there will be time
[01:44.31]	For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:47.90]	Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes
[01:50.96]	There will be time, there will be time
[01:54.64]	To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
[01:57.98]	There will be time to murder and create,
[02:02.59]	And time for all the works and days of hands
[02:06.16]	That lift and drop a question on your plate
[02:10.28]	Time for you and time for me,
[02:13.72]	And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[02:17.08]	And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[02:19.55]	Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:23.92]	In the room the women come and go
[02:26.09]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:31.09]	And indeed there will be time
[02:34.75]	To wonder, " Do I dare?" and, " Do I dare?"
[02:40.39]	Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:43.95]	With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[02:47.41]	They will say: " How his hair is growing thin!"
[02:51.19]	My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:56.06]	My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
[03:03.49]	They will say: " But how his arms and legs are thin!"
[03:10.05]	Do I dare
[03:10.66]	Disturb the universe?
[03:15.44]	In a minute there is time
[03:17.91]	For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[03:24.76]	For I have known them all already, known them all:
[03:29.90]	Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[03:34.12]	I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
[03:38.68]	I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[03:42.88]	Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:48.74]	So how should I presume?
[03:52.60]	And I have known the eyes already, known them all
[03:57.50]	The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[04:00.71]	And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[04:04.29]	When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[04:08.04]	Then how should I begin
[04:10.44]	To spit out all the buttends of my days and ways?
[04:13.67]	And how should I presume?
[04:16.55]	And I have known the arms already, known them all
[04:20.32]	Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[04:24.21]	But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
[04:28.89]	Is it perfume from a dress
[04:32.10]	That makes me so digress?
[04:36.04]	Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[04:41.16]	And should I then presume?
[04:44.27]	And how should I begin?
[04:49.64]	Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[04:54.09]	And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:57.00]	Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[05:05.07]	I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[05:07.00]	Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[05:13.28]	And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[05:17.61]	Smoothed by long fingers,
[05:21.34]	Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[05:28.43]	Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[05:33.66]	Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[05:37.52]	Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[05:42.43]	But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[05:47.48]	Though I have seen my head grown slightly bald brought in upon a platter,
[05:53.42]	I am no prophet and here' s no great matter
[05:58.79]	I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[06:02.68]	And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[06:10.29]	And in short, I was afraid.
[06:15.93]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:18.98]	After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[06:21.64]	Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[06:25.43]	Would it have been worth while,
[06:27.87]	To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[06:30.58]	To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[06:33.00]	To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[06:35.88]	To say: " I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[06:38.42]	Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[06:43.15]	If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[06:45.66]	Should say: " That is not what I meant at all
[06:51.17]	That is not it, at all."
[06:54.97]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:58.24]	Would it have been worth while,
[07:00.29]	After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[07:03.95]	After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
[07:10.23]	And this, and so much more?
[07:14.50]	It is impossible to say just what I mean!
[07:20.06]	But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[07:25.02]	Would it have been worth while
[07:27.33]	If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[07:31.68]	And turning toward the window, should say:
[07:35.05]	" That is not it at all,
[07:38.48]	That is not what I meant, at all."
[07:42.99]	No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
[07:47.68]	Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[07:51.47]	To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[07:54.80]	Advise the prince no doubt, an easy tool,
[08:05.39]	Deferential, glad to be of use,
[08:09.17]	Politic, cautious, and meticulous
[08:12.98]	Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
[08:16.76]	At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
[08:20.92]	Almost, at times, the Fool.
[08:27.42]	I grow old ... I grow old ...
[08:34.77]	I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[08:39.41]	Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[08:46.00]	I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[08:51.61]	I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[08:58.65]	I do not think that they will sing to me.
[09:04.49]	I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[09:09.09]	Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[09:13.68]	When the wind blows the water white and black.
[09:21.16]	We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[09:24.33]	By seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[09:30.44]	Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[00:05.64]	Let us go then, you and I,
[00:08.98]	When the evening is spread out against the sky
[00:14.27]	Like a patient etherized upon a table
[00:19.64]	Let us go, through certain halfdeserted streets,
[00:23.91]	The muttering retreats
[00:25.10]	Of restless nights in onenight cheap hotels
[00:29.59]	And sawdust restaurants with oystershells:
[00:34.63]	Streets that follow like a tedious argument
[00:37.98]	Of insidious intent
[00:41.42]	To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
[00:46.32]	Oh, do not ask, " What is it?"
[00:49.97]	Let us go and make our visit.
[00:53.89]	In the room the women come and go
[00:55.83]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[01:00.52]	The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the windowpanes,
[01:05.75]	The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the windowpanes,
[01:10.68]	Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
[01:14.70]	Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
[01:19.54]	Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
[01:24.29]	Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
[01:30.07]	And seeing that it was a soft October night,
[01:34.45]	Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
[01:40.78]	And indeed there will be time
[01:44.31]	For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
[01:47.90]	Rubbing its back upon the windowpanes
[01:50.96]	There will be time, there will be time
[01:54.64]	To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
[01:57.98]	There will be time to murder and create,
[02:02.59]	And time for all the works and days of hands
[02:06.16]	That lift and drop a question on your plate
[02:10.28]	Time for you and time for me,
[02:13.72]	And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
[02:17.08]	And for a hundred visions and revisions,
[02:19.55]	Before the taking of a toast and tea.
[02:23.92]	In the room the women come and go
[02:26.09]	Talking of Michelangelo.
[02:31.09]	And indeed there will be time
[02:34.75]	To wonder, " Do I dare?" and, " Do I dare?"
[02:40.39]	Time to turn back and descend the stair,
[02:43.95]	With a bald spot in the middle of my hair
[02:47.41]	They will say: " How his hair is growing thin!"
[02:51.19]	My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
[02:56.06]	My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin
[03:03.49]	They will say: " But how his arms and legs are thin!"
[03:10.05]	Do I dare
[03:10.66]	Disturb the universe?
[03:15.44]	In a minute there is time
[03:17.91]	For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[03:24.76]	For I have known them all already, known them all:
[03:29.90]	Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
[03:34.12]	I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
[03:38.68]	I know the voices dying with a dying fall
[03:42.88]	Beneath the music from a farther room.
[03:48.74]	So how should I presume?
[03:52.60]	And I have known the eyes already, known them all
[03:57.50]	The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
[04:00.71]	And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
[04:04.29]	When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
[04:08.04]	Then how should I begin
[04:10.44]	To spit out all the buttends of my days and ways?
[04:13.67]	And how should I presume?
[04:16.55]	And I have known the arms already, known them all
[04:20.32]	Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[04:24.21]	But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
[04:28.89]	Is it perfume from a dress
[04:32.10]	That makes me so digress?
[04:36.04]	Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
[04:41.16]	And should I then presume?
[04:44.27]	And how should I begin?
[04:49.64]	Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
[04:54.09]	And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
[04:57.00]	Of lonely men in shirtsleeves, leaning out of windows? ...
[05:05.07]	I should have been a pair of ragged claws
[05:07.00]	Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
[05:13.28]	And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
[05:17.61]	Smoothed by long fingers,
[05:21.34]	Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
[05:28.43]	Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
[05:33.66]	Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
[05:37.52]	Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
[05:42.43]	But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
[05:47.48]	Though I have seen my head grown slightly bald brought in upon a platter,
[05:53.42]	I am no prophet and here' s no great matter
[05:58.79]	I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
[06:02.68]	And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
[06:10.29]	And in short, I was afraid.
[06:15.93]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:18.98]	After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
[06:21.64]	Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
[06:25.43]	Would it have been worth while,
[06:27.87]	To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
[06:30.58]	To have squeezed the universe into a ball
[06:33.00]	To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
[06:35.88]	To say: " I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
[06:38.42]	Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"
[06:43.15]	If one, settling a pillow by her head,
[06:45.66]	Should say: " That is not what I meant at all
[06:51.17]	That is not it, at all."
[06:54.97]	And would it have been worth it, after all,
[06:58.24]	Would it have been worth while,
[07:00.29]	After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
[07:03.95]	After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor
[07:10.23]	And this, and so much more?
[07:14.50]	It is impossible to say just what I mean!
[07:20.06]	But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
[07:25.02]	Would it have been worth while
[07:27.33]	If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
[07:31.68]	And turning toward the window, should say:
[07:35.05]	" That is not it at all,
[07:38.48]	That is not what I meant, at all."
[07:42.99]	No I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
[07:47.68]	Am an attendant lord, one that will do
[07:51.47]	To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
[07:54.80]	Advise the prince no doubt, an easy tool,
[08:05.39]	Deferential, glad to be of use,
[08:09.17]	Politic, cautious, and meticulous
[08:12.98]	Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
[08:16.76]	At times, indeed, almost ridiculous
[08:20.92]	Almost, at times, the Fool.
[08:27.42]	I grow old ... I grow old ...
[08:34.77]	I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
[08:39.41]	Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
[08:46.00]	I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
[08:51.61]	I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
[08:58.65]	I do not think that they will sing to me.
[09:04.49]	I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
[09:09.09]	Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
[09:13.68]	When the wind blows the water white and black.
[09:21.16]	We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
[09:24.33]	By seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
[09:30.44]	Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

[00:05.64]	那么我们走吧，你我两个人，
[00:08.98]	正当朝天空慢慢铺展着黄昏
[00:14.27]	好似病人麻醉在手术桌上；
[00:19.64]	我们走吧，穿过一些半清冷的街，
[00:23.91]	那儿休憩的场所正人声喋喋；
[00:25.10]	有夜夜不宁的下等歇夜旅店
[00:29.59]	和满地蚌壳的铺锯末的饭馆；
[00:34.63]	街连着街，好象一场讨厌的争议
[00:37.98]	带着阴险的意图
[00:41.42]	要把你引向一个重大的问题……
[00:46.32]	唉，不要问，“那是什么？”
[00:49.97]	让我们快点去作客。
[00:53.89]	在客厅里女士们来回地走，
[00:55.83]	谈着画家米开朗基罗。
[01:00.52]	黄色的雾在窗玻璃上擦着它的背，
[01:05.75]	黄色的烟在窗玻璃上擦着它的嘴，
[01:10.68]	把它的舌头舐进黄昏的角落，
[01:14.70]	徘徊在快要干涸的水坑上；
[01:19.54]	让跌下烟囱的烟灰落上它的背，
[01:24.29]	它溜下台阶，忽地纵身跳跃，
[01:30.07]	看到这是一个温柔的十月的夜，
[01:34.45]	于是便在房子附近蜷伏起来安睡。
[01:40.78]	呵，确实地，总会有时间
[01:44.31]	看黄色的烟沿着街滑行，
[01:47.90]	在窗玻璃上擦着它的背；
[01:50.96]	总会有时间，总会有时间
[01:54.64]	装一副面容去会见你去见的脸；
[01:57.98]	总会有时间去暗杀和创新，
[02:02.59]	总会有时间让举起问题又丢进你盘里的
[02:06.16]	双手完成劳作与度过时日；
[02:10.28]	有的是时间，无论你，无论我，
[02:13.72]	还有的是时间犹豫一百遍，
[02:17.08]	或看到一百种幻景再完全改过，
[02:19.55]	在吃一片烤面包和饮茶以前。
[02:23.92]	在客厅里女士们来回地走，
[02:26.09]	谈着画家米开朗基罗。
[02:31.09]	呵，确实地，总还有时间
[02:34.75]	来疑问，“我可有勇气？”“我可有勇气？”
[02:40.39]	总还有时间来转身走下楼梯，
[02:43.95]	把一块秃顶暴露给人去注意——
[02:47.41]	（她们会说：“他的头发变得多么稀！”）
[02:51.19]	我的晨礼服，我的硬领在腭下笔挺，
[02:56.06]	我的领带雅致而多彩，用一个简朴的别针固定——
[03:03.49]	（她们会说：“可是他的胳膊腿多么细！”）
[03:10.05]	我可有勇气
[03:10.66]	搅乱这个宇宙？
[03:15.44]	在一分钟里总还有时间
[03:17.91]	决定和变卦，过一分钟再变回头。
[03:24.76]	因为我已经熟悉了她们，熟悉了她们所有的人——
[03:29.90]	熟悉了那些黄昏，和上下午的情景，
[03:34.12]	我是用咖啡匙子量走了我的生命；
[03:38.68]	我熟悉每当隔壁响起了音乐
[03:42.88]	话声就逐渐低微而至停歇。
[03:48.74]	所以我怎么敢开口？
[03:52.60]	而且我已熟悉那些眼睛，
[03:57.50]	熟悉了她们所有的眼睛——
[04:00.71]	当我被公式化了，
[04:04.29]	在别针下趴伏，
[04:08.04]	那我怎么能开始吐出
[04:10.44]	我的生活和习惯的全部剩烟头？
[04:13.67]	我又怎么敢开口？
[04:16.55]	而且我已经熟悉了那些胳膊，熟悉了她们所有的胳膊——
[04:20.32]	那些胳膊带着镯子，又袒露又白净
[04:24.21]	（可是在灯光下，显得淡褐色毛茸茸！）
[04:28.89]	是否由于衣裙的香气
[04:32.10]	使得我这样话离本题？
[04:36.04]	那些胳膊或围着肩巾，或横在案头。
[04:41.16]	那时候我该开口吗？
[04:44.27]	可是我怎么开始？
[04:49.64]	是否我说，我在黄昏时走过窄小的街，
[04:54.09]	看到孤独的男子只穿着衬衫
[04:57.00]	倚在窗口，烟斗里冒着袅袅的烟？……
[05:05.07]	那我就会成为一对蟹螯
[05:07.00]	急急爬过沉默的海底。
[05:13.28]	啊，那下午，那黄昏，睡得多平静！
[05:17.61]	被纤长的手指轻轻抚爱，
[05:21.34]	睡了……倦慵的……或者它装病，
[05:28.43]	躺在地板上，就在你我脚边伸开。
[05:33.66]	是否我，在用过茶、糕点和冰食以后，
[05:37.52]	有魄力把这一刻推到紧要的关头？
[05:42.43]	然而，尽管我曾哭泣和斋戒，哭泣和祈祷，
[05:47.48]	尽管我看见我的头（有一点秃了）用盘子端了进来，
[05:53.42]	我不是先知——这也不值得大惊小怪；
[05:58.79]	我曾看到我伟大的时刻闪烁，
[06:02.68]	我曾看到那永恒的“侍者”拿着我的外衣暗笑，
[06:10.29]	一句话，我有点害怕。
[06:15.93]	而且，归根到底，是不是值得
[06:18.98]	当小吃、果子酱和红茶已用过，
[06:21.64]	在杯盘中间，当人们谈着你和我，
[06:25.43]	是不是值得以一个微笑
[06:27.87]	把这件事情一口啃掉，
[06:30.58]	把整个宇宙压缩成一个球，
[06:33.00]	使它滚向某个重大的问题，
[06:35.88]	说道：“我是拉撒路，从冥界
[06:38.42]	来报一个信，我要告诉你们一切。”——
[06:43.15]	万一她把枕垫放在头下一倚，
[06:45.66]	说道：“唉，我意思不是要谈这些；
[06:51.17]	不，我不是要谈这些。”
[06:54.97]	那么，归根到底，是不是值得，
[06:58.24]	是否值得在那许多次夕阳以后，
[07:00.29]	在庭院的散步和水淋过街道以后，
[07:03.95]	在读小说以后，在饮茶以后，在长裙拖过地板以后，——
[07:10.23]	说这些，和许多许多事情？——
[07:14.50]	要说出我想说的话绝不可能！
[07:20.06]	仿佛有幻灯把神经的图样投到幕上：
[07:25.02]	是否还值得如此难为情，
[07:27.33]	假如她放一个枕垫或掷下披肩，
[07:31.68]	把脸转向窗户，甩出一句：
[07:35.05]	“那可不是我的本意，
[07:38.48]	那可绝不是我的本意。”
[07:42.99]	不！我并非哈姆雷特王子，当也当不成；
[07:47.68]	我只是个侍从爵士，为王家出行，
[07:51.47]	铺排显赫的场面，或为王子出主意，
[07:54.80]	就够好的了；无非是顺手的工具，
[08:05.39]	服服帖帖，巴不得有点用途，
[08:09.17]	细致，周详，处处小心翼翼；
[08:12.98]	满口高谈阔论，但有点愚鲁；
[08:16.76]	有时候，老实说，显得近乎可笑，
[08:20.92]	有时候，几乎是个丑角。
[08:27.42]	呵，我变老了……我变老了……
[08:34.77]	我将要卷起我的长裤的裤脚。
[08:39.41]	我将把头发往后分吗？我可敢吃桃子？
[08:46.00]	我将穿上白法兰绒裤在海滩上散步。
[08:51.61]	我听见了女水妖彼此对唱着歌。
[08:58.65]	我不认为她们会为我而唱歌。
[09:04.49]	我看过她们凌驾波浪驶向大海，
[09:09.09]	梳着打回来的波浪的白发，
[09:13.68]	当狂风把海水吹得又黑又白。
[09:21.16]	我们留连于大海的宫室，
[09:24.33]	被海妖以红的和棕的海草装饰，
[09:30.44]	一旦被人声唤醒，我们就淹死。

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