The Waste Land - T.S.Eliot/Robert Speaight.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : T.S.Eliot
[00:00.0]The Waste Land
[00:01.98]I. The Burial of the Dead
[00:05.98]April is the cruellest month, breeding
[00:09.30]Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
[00:12.48]Memory and desire, stirring
[00:15.25]Dull roots with spring rain.
[00:18.80]Winter kept us warm, covering
[00:20.93]Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
[00:23.84]A little life with dried tubers.
[00:28.15]Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
[00:30.97]With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
[00:34.19]And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
[00:37.4]And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
[00:39.93]Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
[00:45.55]And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
[00:48.39]My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
[00:50.49]And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
[00:53.57]Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
[00:58.76]In the mountains, there you feel free.
[01:02.87]I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
[01:10.19]What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
[01:14.2]Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
[01:17.96]You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
[01:21.85]A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
[01:25.66]And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
[01:30.65]And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
[01:35.86]There is shadow under this red rock,
[01:39.53](Come in under the shadow of this red rock), （
[01:43.34]And I will show you something different from either
[01:46.7]Your shadow at morning striding behind you
[01:50.10]Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
[01:54.78]I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
[02:02.64]Frisch weht der Wind
[02:04.80]Der Heimat zu
[02:06.93]Mein Irisch Kind,
[02:09.2]Wo weilest du?
[02:12.5]“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; “
[02:15.96]“They called me the hyacinth girl.”
[02:20.42]—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,——
[02:24.41]Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
[02:28.44]Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
[02:32.77]Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
[02:37.6]Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
[02:42.20]Oed’ und leer das Meer.
[02:47.95]Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
[02:51.42]Had a bad cold, nevertheless
[02:53.92]Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
[02:56.53]With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
[03:01.8]Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
[03:05.77](Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
[03:10.23]Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
[03:14.33]The lady of situations.
[03:17.99]Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
[03:24.96]And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
[03:29.41]Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
[03:34.12]Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
[03:40.87]The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
[03:48.61]I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
[03:55.14]Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
[04:00.72]Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
[04:03.67]One must be so careful these days.
[04:09.33]Unreal City,
[04:11.84]Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
[04:15.38]A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
[04:19.58]I had not thought death had undone so many.
[04:23.92]Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
[04:28.6]And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
[04:31.44]Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
[04:34.80]To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
[04:38.14]With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
[04:42.68]There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson!
[04:48.53]“You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
[04:52.26]“That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
[04:55.78]“Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
[05:00.24]“Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
[05:04.6]“Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
[05:09.7]“Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
[05:12.81]“You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”
[05:26.24]II. A Game of Chess
[05:29.96]The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
[05:33.10]Glowed on the marble, where the glass
[05:35.87]Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
[05:39.17]From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
[05:41.64](Another hid his eyes behind his wing)（
[05:44.23]Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
[05:47.67]Reflecting light upon the table as
[05:49.91]The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
[05:52.45]From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
[05:57.23]In vials of ivory and coloured glass
[05:59.83]Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
[06:04.58]Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
[06:09.71]And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
[06:14.79]That freshened from the window, these ascended
[06:18.2]In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
[06:21.28]Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
[06:24.15]Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
[06:27.4]Huge sea-wood fed with copper
[06:29.71]Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
[06:34.44]In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam.
[06:39.78]Above the antique mantel was displayed
[06:42.50]As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
[06:45.92]The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
[06:49.57]So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
[06:54.48]Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
[06:57.84]And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
[07:03.19]“Jug Jug” to dirty ears. “
[07:07.20]And other withered stumps of time
[07:09.55]Were told upon the walls; staring forms
[07:13.38]Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
[07:18.40]Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
[07:21.50]Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
[07:24.71]Spread out in fiery points
[07:27.39]Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
[07:34.90]“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “
[07:38.81]“Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak.
[07:43.13]“What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
[07:45.95]“I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
[07:50.85]I think we are in rats’ alley
[07:53.38]Where the dead men lost their bones.
[07:57.7]“What is that noise?” “
[07:59.68]The wind under the door.
[08:02.21]“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
[08:05.92]Nothing again nothing.
[08:10.60]“Do you know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember nothing?”
[08:19.39]I remember
[08:21.4]Those are pearls that were his eyes.
[08:25.13]“Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?”
[08:29.31]But
[08:30.56]O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
[08:34.72]It’s so elegant
[08:36.26]So intelligent
[08:38.15]“What shall I do now? What shall I do?”
[08:40.73]“I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
[08:42.39]“With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
[08:46.92]“What shall we ever do?”
[08:49.95]The hot water at ten.
[08:52.48]And if it rains, a closed car at four.
[08:56.43]And we shall play a game of chess,
[08:59.2]Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
[09:07.35]When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said—
[09:10.40]I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
[09:13.73]HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:16.43]Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
[09:20.30]He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
[09:22.51]To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
[09:27.97]You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
[09:31.5]He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
[09:34.14]And no more can’t I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
[09:37.95]He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
[09:41.49]And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will, I said.
[09:44.31]Oh is there, she said. something o’ that, I said.
[09:48.39]Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
[09:52.43]HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[09:55.48]If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
[09:58.4]Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
[10:00.87]But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
[10:04.41]You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
[10:08.96](And her only thirty-one.)
[10:11.82]I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
[10:14.41]It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
[10:18.43](She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
[10:23.20]The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
[10:27.59]You are a proper fool, I said.
[10:30.79]Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
[10:33.94]What you get married for if you don’t want children?
[10:36.91]HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:39.49]Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
[10:42.73]And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
[10:46.17]HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:48.3]HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
[10:50.88]Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
[10:55.98]Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
[11:00.4]Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
[11:11.95]III. The Fire Sermon
[11:15.55]The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
[11:19.60]Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
[11:23.9]Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
[11:28.91]Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
[11:33.38]The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
[11:36.54]Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
[11:40.19]Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
[11:45.95]And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
[11:49.96]Departed, have left no addresses.
[11:54.84]By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept . . .
[11:58.51]Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
[12:01.82]Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
[12:07.7]But at my back in a cold blast I hear
[12:10.29]The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
[12:16.71]A rat crept softly through the vegetation
[12:19.93]Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
[12:22.38]While I was fishing in the dull canal
[12:24.96]On a winter evening round behind the gashouse
[12:28.58]Musing upon the king my brother’s wreck
[12:31.2]And on the king my father’s death before him.
[12:35.21]White bodies naked on the low damp ground
[12:38.95]And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
[12:43.2]Rattled by the rat’s foot only, year to year.
[12:48.78]But at my back from time to time I hear
[12:51.66]The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
[12:55.79]Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
[12:59.56]O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
[13:04.1]And on her daughter
[13:06.35]They wash their feet in soda water
[13:11.85]Et O ces voix d’enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
[13:18.50]Twit twit twit
[13:20.76]Jug jug jug jug jug jug
[13:25.49]So rudely forc’d.
[13:30.11]Tereu
[13:35.14]Unreal City
[13:37.99]Under the brown fog of a winter noon
[13:41.2]Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
[13:43.50]Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants
[13:46.18]C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
[13:49.57]Asked me in demotic French
[13:51.93]To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
[13:54.25]Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
[13:58.81]At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
[14:01.81]Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
[14:05.78]Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
[14:09.56]I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
[14:15.76]Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
[14:20.46]At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
[14:24.70]Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
[14:28.86]The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
[14:33.77]Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
[14:38.28]Out of the window perilously spread
[14:40.63]Her drying combinations touched by the sun’s last rays,
[14:45.73]On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
[14:48.79]Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
[14:53.75]I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
[14:57.23]Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
[15:01.7]I too awaited the expected guest.
[15:04.87]He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
[15:07.98]A small house agent’s clerk, with one bold stare,
[15:12.29]One of the low on whom assurance sits
[15:14.79]As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
[15:18.25]The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
[15:20.89]The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
[15:24.12]Endeavours to engage her in caresses
[15:26.78]Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
[15:30.30]Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
[15:33.16]Exploring hands encounter no defence;
[15:36.22]His vanity requires no response,
[15:38.93]And makes a welcome of indifference.
[15:42.35](And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
[15:45.25]Enacted on this same divan or bed;
[15:48.94]I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
[15:52.26]And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
[15:55.74]Bestows one final patronising kiss,
[15:59.57]And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
[16:05.53]She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
[16:08.11]Hardly aware of her departed lover;
[16:11.13]Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
[16:15.41]“Well now that’s done: and I’m glad it’s over.” “
[16:20.1]When lovely woman stoops to folly and
[16:23.8]Paces about her room again, alone,
[16:26.64]She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,
[16:30.50]And puts a record on the gramophone.
[16:35.20]“This music crept by me upon the waters” “
[16:39.81]And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
[16:43.58]O City city, I can sometimes hear
[16:47.87]Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
[16:50.81]The pleasant whining of a mandoline
[16:53.8]And a clatter and a chatter from within
[16:55.68]Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
[16:59.57]Of Magnus Martyr hold
[17:02.24]Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
[17:09.47]The river sweats
[17:10.62]Oil and tar
[17:12.39]The barges drift
[17:13.60]With the turning tide
[17:15.62]Red sails
[17:16.69]Wide
[17:17.34]To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
[17:21.66]The barges wash
[17:22.91]Drifting logs
[17:24.72]Down Greenwich reach
[17:26.47]Past the Isle of Dogs.
[17:29.39]Weialala leia
[17:35.66]Wallala leialala
[17:44.80]Elizabeth and Leicester
[17:46.80]Beating oars
[17:48.72]The stern was formed
[17:50.31]A gilded shell
[17:52.0]Red and gold
[17:54.5]The brisk swell
[17:55.34]Rippled both shores
[17:57.42]Southwest wind
[17:59.13]Carried down stream
[18:00.94]The peal of bells
[18:03.42]White towers
[18:06.23]Weialala leia
[18:12.99]Wallala leialala
[18:21.65]“Trams and dusty trees. “
[18:24.90]Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
[18:28.32]Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
[18:33.35]Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.”
[18:37.83]“My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart “
[18:41.30]Under my feet. After the event
[18:45.50]He wept. He promised a ‘new start.’
[18:51.20]I made no comment. What should I resent?”
[18:57.47]“On Margate Sands. “
[19:00.68]I can connect
[19:01.83]Nothing with nothing.
[19:04.64]The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
[19:09.67]My people humble people who expect
[19:13.91]Nothing
[19:16.54]la la
[19:23.17]To Carthage then I came
[19:27.40]Burning burning burning burning
[19:35.6]O Lord Thou pluckest me out
[19:39.72]O Lord Thou pluckest
[19:45.16]burning
[19:52.91]IV. Death by Water
[19:56.17]Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
[19:59.56]Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
[20:03.89]And the profit and loss.
[20:06.92]A current under sea
[20:08.65]Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
[20:14.56]He passed the stages of his age and youth
[20:17.57]Entering the whirlpool.
[20:21.6]Gentile or Jew
[20:23.35]O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
[20:27.57]Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
[20:37.26]V. What the Thunder Said
[20:41.83]After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
[20:45.79]After the frosty silence in the gardens
[20:49.76]After the agony in stony places
[20:53.19]The shouting and the crying
[20:55.69]Prison and palace and reverberation
[20:58.59]Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
[21:03.35]He who was living is now dead
[21:07.24]We who were living are now dying
[21:10.76]With a little patience
[21:14.53]Here is no water but only rock
[21:18.14]Rock and no water and the sandy road
[21:22.50]The road winding above among the mountains
[21:25.76]Which are mountains of rock without water
[21:29.69]If there were water we should stop and drink
[21:32.92]Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
[21:36.65]Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
[21:40.74]If there were only water amongst the rock
[21:44.10]Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
[21:48.52]Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
[21:53.20]There is not even silence in the mountains
[21:56.88]But dry sterile thunder without rain
[22:01.85]There is not even solitude in the mountains
[22:05.55]But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
[22:10.25]From doors of mudcracked houses
[22:14.49]If there were water
[22:16.4]And no rock
[22:17.86]If there were rock
[22:18.88]And also water
[22:20.94]And water
[22:22.34]A spring
[22:24.12]A pool among the rock
[22:26.5]If there were the sound of water only
[22:29.9]Not the cicada
[22:30.67]And dry grass singing
[22:33.14]But sound of water over a rock
[22:35.71]Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
[22:39.23]Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
[22:46.59]But there is no water
[22:51.74]Who is the third who walks always beside you?
[22:54.68]When I count, there are only you and I together
[22:57.33]But when I look ahead up the white road
[22:59.59]There is always another one walking beside you
[23:02.44]Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
[23:06.34]I do not know whether a man or a woman
[23:10.26]—But who is that on the other side of you? ——
[23:15.50]What is that sound high in the air
[23:18.54]Murmur of maternal lamentation
[23:21.81]Who are those hooded hordes swarming
[23:24.49]Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
[23:29.2]Ringed by the flat horizon only
[23:32.81]What is the city over the mountains
[23:35.78]Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
[23:40.84]Falling towers
[23:42.96]Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
[23:47.23]Vienna London
[23:51.64]Unreal
[23:56.17]A woman drew her long black hair out tight
[23:59.28]And fiddled whisper music on those strings
[24:02.40]And bats with baby faces in the violet light
[24:05.61]Whistled, and beat their wings
[24:07.83]And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
[24:10.86]And upside down in air were towers
[24:13.61]Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
[24:17.36]And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
[24:25.10]In this decayed hole among the mountains
[24:28.66]In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
[24:32.22]Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
[24:37.17]There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home.
[24:42.39]It has no windows, and the door swings,
[24:47.35]Dry bones can harm no one.
[24:50.83]Only a cock stood on the rooftree
[24:54.13]Co co rico co co rico
[24:59.33]In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
[25:03.91]Bringing rain
[25:06.93]Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
[25:10.24]Waited for rain, while the black clouds
[25:13.90]Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
[25:18.87]The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
[25:23.95]Then spoke the thunder
[25:27.65]DA
[25:29.77]_what have we given
[25:35.9]My friend, blood shaking my heart
[25:38.46]The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
[25:41.30]Which an age of prudence can never retract
[25:44.60]By this, and this only, we have existed
[25:47.91]Which is not to be found in our obituaries
[25:50.51]Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
[25:53.96]Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
[25:56.70]In our empty rooms
[25:59.69]DA
[26:01.41]_I have heard the key
[26:06.25]Turn in the door once and turn once only
[26:11.6]We think of the key, each in his prison
[26:14.98]Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
[26:19.20]Only at nightfall, aethereal rumours
[26:23.68]Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
[26:29.18]DA
[26:30.90]Damyata: The boat responded Damyata:
[26:34.56]Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
[26:37.90]The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
[26:41.30]Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
[26:44.27]To controlling hands
[26:48.69]I sat upon the shore
[26:50.48]Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
[26:54.89]Shall I at least set my lands in order?
[26:59.2]London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
[27:06.58]Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina
[27:10.83]Quando fiam uti chelidon—O swallow swallow
[27:19.85]Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie
[27:25.83]These fragments I have shored against my ruins
[27:31.16]Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe.
[27:36.59]Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
[27:44.36]Shantih shantih shantih