The Waste Land-- Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965) "NAM Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerunt: Sebulla pe theleis; respondebat illa: apothanein thelo." (For Ezra Pound il miglior fabbro) 荒原 (赵萝蕤译) “是的，我自己亲眼看见古米的西比尔吊在一个笼子里。孩子们在问她：西比尔，你要什么的时候，她回答说，我要死。” （献给埃兹拉·庞德 最卓越的匠人） I. THE BU RIAL OF THE DEAD April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding 一、死者的葬礼 四月是最残忍的一个月，荒地上 长着丁香，把回忆和欲望 参合在一起，又让春雨 催促那些迟钝的根芽。 冬天使我们温暖，大地 给助人遗忘的雪覆盖着，又叫 A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10 And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, 20 You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, 枯干的球根提供少许生命。 夏天来得出人意外，在下阵雨的时候 来到了斯丹卜基西；我们在柱廊下躲避， 等太阳出来又进了霍夫加登， 喝咖啡，闲谈了一个小时。 我不是俄国人，我是立陶宛来的，是地道的德国人。 而且我们小时候住在大公那里 我表兄家，他带着我出去滑雪橇， ...
