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\Last Duchess\-
诗歌欣赏: 罗伯特.布朗宁(Robert.Browning) - 我已故的公爵夫人(:My Last Duchess\ My Last DuchessRobert Browning
That"s my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf"s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will "t please you sit and look at her? I said"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never readStrangers like you that pictured countenance,The depth and passion of its earnest glance,But to myself they turned (since none puts byThe curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,How such a glance came there; so, not the firstAre you to turn and ask thus. Sir, "t was notHer husband"s presence only, called that spotOf joy into the Duchess" cheek: perhapsFrà Pandolf chanced to say, "Her mantle lapsOver my lady"s wrist too much," or "PaintMust never hope to reproduce the faintHalf-flush that dies along her throat:" such stuffWas courtesy, she thought, and cause enoughFor calling up that spot of joy. She had
A heart -- how shall I say? -- too soon made glad,Too easily impressed; she liked whate"er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.Sir, "t was all one! my favour at her breast,The dropping of the daylight in the West,The bough of cherries some officious foolBroke in the orchard for her, the white muleShe rode with round the terrace -- all and eachWould draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men, -- good! but thankedSomehow -- I know not how -- as if she rankedmy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old nameWith anybody"s gift. Who"d stoop to blameThis sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech -- (which I have not) -- to make your willQuite clear to such an one, and say, "Just thisOr that in you disgusts me; here you miss,Or there exceed the mark" -- and if she letHerself be lessoned so, nor plainly setHer wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,-- E"en then would be some stooping; and I chooseNever to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,Whene"er I passed her; but who passed withoutMuch the same smile? This grew; I have commands;Then all smiles stopped together. There she standsAs if alive. Will "t please you rise? We"ll meetThe company below then. I repeat,
The Count your master"s known munificenceIs ample warrant that no just pretenceOf mine for dowry will be disallowed;Though his fair daughter"s self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we"ll goTogether down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
我的前公爵夫人
墙上的这幅面是我的前公爵夫人，看起来就像她活着一样。如今，我称它为奇迹：潘道夫师的手笔经一日忙碌，从此她就在此站立。你愿坐下看看她吗？我有意提起潘道夫，因为外来的生客（例如你）凡是见了画中描绘的面容、那真挚的眼神的深邃和热情，没有一个不转向我（因为除我外再没有别人把画上的帘幕拉开），似乎想问我可是又不大敢问；是从哪儿来的——这样的眼神？你并非第一个人回头这样问我。先生，不仅仅是她丈夫的在座使公爵夫人面带欢容，可能潘道夫偶然说过：“夫人的披风盖住她的手腕太多，”或者说：“隐约的红晕向颈部渐渐隐没，这绝非任何颜料所能复制。”
这种无聊话，却被她当成好意，也足以唤起她的欢心。她那颗心——怎么说好呢？——要取悦容易得很，也太易感动。她看到什么都喜欢，而她的目光又偏爱到处观看。先生，她对什么都一样！她胸口上佩戴的我的赠品，或落日的余光；过分殷勤的傻子在园中攀折给她的一枝樱桃，或她骑着绕行花圃的白骡——所有这一切都会使她同样地赞羡不绝，或至少泛起红晕。她感激人．好的！但她的感激（我说不上怎么搞的）仿佛把我赐她的九百年的门第与任何人的赠品并列。谁愿意屈尊去谴责这种轻浮举止？即使你有口才（我却没有）能把你的意志给这样的人儿充分说明：“你这点或那点令我讨厌。这儿你差得远，而那儿你超越了界限。”即使她肯听你这样训诫她而毫不争论，毫不为自己辩解，——我也觉得这会有失身份，所以我选择
绝不屈尊。哦，先生，她总是在微笑，每逢我走过；但是谁人走过得不到同样慷慨的微笑？发展至此，我下了令：于是一切微笑都从此制止。她站在那儿，像活着一样。请你起身客人们在楼下等。我再重复一声：
你的主人——伯爵先生闻名的大方足以充分保证：我对嫁妆提出任何合理要求都不会遭拒绝；当然．如我开头声明的，他美貌的小姐才是我追求的目标。别客气，让咱们一同下楼吧。但请看这海神尼普顿在驯服海马，这是件珍贵的收藏，是克劳斯为我特制的青铜铸像。
Robert Browning: a famous 19th century (Victorian) British poet, particularly well-known for his early monologue \Last Duchess\(《我的已故的公爵夫人》). In the poem, a duke speaks about his dead wife. The poem is about murder, mystery and intrigue, but all in indirect allusions (暗示). Readers may sense that the duke kills his wife or causes her death, but no evidence is shown. The language of the poem is difficult to understand. The use of dramatic monologue forces readers to work hard to find the meaning behind the duke"s words. When talking about Robert Browning, we have to mention his wife, Elizabeth Barrett Browning. She was a famous poet, too. She wrote many sonnets, a type of 14 line poem, the same as Shakespeare did. Elizabeth and her husband Robert had a great love affair, almost like a movie. Browning was six years younger than his wife. They ran away to Italy to get married.
戏剧独白\写新诗——布朗宁
罗伯特 布朗宁(1882——1889)是维多利亚时代第二大诗人.他生于伦敦,家庭富裕,文化气氛浓厚.他喜爱拜伦,雪莱,济慈的诗歌,从少年时期就开始写诗,他出版的第一首诗《波琳》(1833)可见出雪莱诗风的影响.有批评指责诗人过分暴露自我意识和主观感情,这使得他寻求新的表现手法,采用他人独白的形式写诗.
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