英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

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英文经典诗歌：Portrait d'Une Femme

% R4 e1 s) C% D0 n　　Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
　　London has swept about you this score years
, c# F1 \2 T  `+ p　　And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
　　Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
　　Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
　　Great minds have sought you- lacking someone else.
　　You have been second always. Tragical?
　　No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
　　One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
4 Z1 b' y1 _6 |0 B　　One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
　　Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
. \* t- O5 s1 ]2 e5 p　　Hours, where something might have floated up.
　　And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
1 X& p4 u/ }1 Q* o' Y+ @　　You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
　　And takes strange gain away:
$ v8 i% Z! x7 @5 q. L　　Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
　　Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
. W) h- U6 X) {1 B$ m3 G　　Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
+ q9 `: I5 k3 [6 z+ q　　That might prove useful and yet never proves,
# u( W: ^5 S5 p% Y4 O　　That never fits a corner or shows use,
　　Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
　　The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
　　Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
) z/ k& I7 s) y; i" q$ {3 w　　These are your riches, your great store; and yet
7 f9 Y2 y- E" r, m3 {6 ~% ~　　For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
　　Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
　　In the slow float of differing light and deep,
+ b$ [$ |- Y/ s8 i5 ^( h　　No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
　　Nothing that's quite your own.
( M3 @- H4 }/ T/ ~  B7 U! u　　Yet this is you.
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