黎巴嫩作家紀(jì)伯倫的詩(shī)歌 《On Beauty》
(2011-09-08 13:24:30) And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and shall you find her unless
she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of
your speech?
The aggrieved and injured say, “Beauty is kind and
gentle.
Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks
among us.”
And the passionate say, “Nay, beauty is a thing of might and
dread.
Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky
above us.”
The tired and the weary say, “Beauty is of soft whisperings.
She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a
faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow.”
But the restless say, “We have heard her shouting among the
mountains.
And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating
of wings and the roaring of lions.”
At night the watchmen of the city say, “Beauty shall rise
with the dawn from the east.” And at noontide the toilers and the
wayfarers say, “We have seen her leaning over the earth from the
windows of the sunset.”
In winter say the snow-bound, “She shall come with the
spring leaping upon the hill.”
And in the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her
dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her
hair.”
All these things have you said of beauty.
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs
unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched
forth.
But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you would
hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a
song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing
attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels
for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her
holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
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