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TheWasteLandNAMSibyllamquidemCumisegoipseoculismeisvidiinampullapendere,etcumillipueridicerunt:Sebullapetheleis;respondebatilla:apothaneinthelo.(ForEzraPoundilmigliorfabbro)I.BurialoftheDeadAprilisthecruellestmonth,breedingLilacsoutofthedeadland,mixingMemoryanddesire,stirringDullrootswithspringrain.Winterkeptuswarm,coveringEarthinforgetfulsnow,feedingAlittlelifewithdriedtubers.Summersurprisedus,comingovertheStarnbergerseeWithashowerofrain;westoppedinthecolonnade,Andwentoninsunlight,intotheHofgartenAnddrankcoffee,andtalkedforanhour.BingarkeineRussin,stamm'ausLitauen,echtdeutsch.Andwhenwewerechildren,stayingatthearch-duke's,一、死者的葬礼四月最残忍，从死了的土地滋生丁香，混杂着回忆和欲望，让春雨挑动着呆钝的根。冬天保我们温暖，把大地埋在忘怀的雪里，使干了的球茎得一点点生命。夏天来得意外，随着一阵骤雨到了斯坦伯吉西；我们躲在廊下，等太阳出来，便到郝夫加登去喝咖啡，又闲谈了一点钟。我不是俄国人，原籍立陶宛，是纯德国种。我们小时侯，在大公家做客，Mycousin's,hetookmeoutonasled,AndIwasfrightened.Hesaid,Marie,Marie,holdontight.Anddownwewent.Inthemountains,thereyoufeelfree.Iread,muchofthenight,andgosouthinthewinter.Whataretherootsthatclutch,whatbranchesgrowOutofthisstonyrubbish?Sonofman,Youcanotsay,orguess,foryouknowonlyAheapofbrokenimages,wherethesunbeats,Andthedeadtreegivesnoshelter,thecricketnorelief,Andthedrystonenosoundofwater.OnlyThereisshadowunderthisredrock,(Comeinundertheshadowofthisredrock),AndIwillshowyousomethingdifferentfromeitherYourshadowateveningrisingtomeetyou;Iwillshowyoufearinahandfullofdust.FrishwehtderWindDerHeimatzuMeinIrischKind,Woweilestdu?'Yougavemehyacinthsfirstayearago;Theycalledmethehyacinthgirl.'--Yetwhenwecameback,late,fromthehyacinthgarden,Yourarmsfullandyourhairwet,IcouldnotSpeak,andmyeyesfailed,Iwasneither那是我表兄，他带我出去滑雪撬，我害怕死了。他说，玛丽，玛丽，抓紧了呵。于是我们冲下去。在山中，你会感到舒畅。我大半夜看书，冬天去到南方。这是什么根在抓着，是什么树杈从这片乱石里长出来？人子呵，你说不出，也猜不着，因为你只知道一堆破碎的形象，受着太阳拍击，而枯树没有阴凉，蟋蟀不使人轻松，干石头发不出流水的声音。只有一片阴影在这红色的岩石下，（来吧，请走进这红岩石下的阴影）我要指给你一件事，它不同于你早晨的影子，跟在你后面走也不象你黄昏的影子，起来迎你，我要指给你恐惧是在一撮尘土里。风儿吹得清爽，吹向我的家乡，我的爱尔兰孩子，如今你在何方？“一年前你初次给了我风信子，他们都叫我风信子女郎。”——可是当我们从风信子花园走回，天晚了，你的两臂抱满，你的头发是湿的，我说不出话来，两眼看不见，我Livingnordead,andIknewnothing,Lookingintotheheartoflight,thesilence.Oed'undleerdasMeer.MadameSosostris,famousclairvoyante,Hadabadcold,neverthelessIsknowntobethewisestwomaninEurope,Withawickedpackofcards.Here,saidshe,Isyourcard,thedrownedPhoenicianSailor,(Thosearepearlsthatwerehiseyes.Look!)HereisBelladonna,theLadyoftheRocks,Theladyofsituations.Hereisthemanwiththreestaves,andheretheWheel,Andhereistheone-eyedmerchant,andthiscard,Whichisblank,issomethinghecarriesonhisback,WhichIamforbiddentosee.IdonotfindTheHangedMan.Feardeathbywater.Iseecrowdsofpeople,walkingroundinaring.Thankyou.IfyouseedearMrs.Equitone,TellherIbringthehoroscopemyself:Onemustbesocarefulthesedays.UnrealCity,Underthebrownfogofawinterdawn,AcrowdflowedoverLondonBridge,somany,Ihadnotthoughtdeathhadundonesomany.不生也不死，什么也不知道，看进光的中心，那一片沉寂。荒凉而空虚是那大海。索索斯垂丝夫人，著名的相命家，患了重感冒，但仍然是欧洲公认的最有智慧的女人，她有一副鬼精灵的纸牌。这里，她说，你的牌，淹死的腓尼基水手，（那些明珠曾经是他的眼睛。看！）这是美女贝拉磨娜，岩石的女人，有多种遭遇的女人。这是有三根杖的人，这是轮盘，这是独眼商人，还有这张牌是空白的，他拿来背在背上，不许我看见。我找不到。那绞死的人。小心死在水里。我看见成群的人，在一个圈里转。谢谢你。如果你看见伊奎通太太，就说我亲自把星象图带过去：这年头人得万事小心呵。不真实的城，在冬天早晨棕黄色的雾下，一群人流过伦敦桥，呵，这么多我没有想到死亡毁灭了这么多。Sighs,shortandinfrequent,wereexhaled,Andeachmanfixedhiseyesbeforehisfeet.FlowedupthehillanddownKingWilliamStreet,TowhereSaintMaryWoolnothkeptthehoursWithadeadsoundonthefinalstrokeofnine.ThereIsawoneIknew,andstoppedhim,crying:'Stetson!'YouwhowerewithmeintheshipsatMylae'Thatcorpseyouplantedlastyearinyourgarden,'Hasitbeguntosprout?Willitbloomthisyear?'Orhasthesuddenfrostdisturbeditsbed?'OkeeptheDogfarhence,that'sfriendtomen,'Orwithhisnailshe'lldigitupagain!'You!hypocritelecteur!--monsemblable,--monfrere!'II.AGameofChessTheChairshesatin,likeaburnishedthrone,Glowedonthemarble,wheretheglassHeldupbystandardswroughtwithfruitedvinesFromwhichagoldenCupidonpeepedout(Anotherhidhiseyesbehindhiswing)Doubledtheflamesofseven-branchedcandleabraReflectinglightuponthetableasTheglitterofherjewelsrosetomeetit,Fromsatincasespouredinrichprofusion.Invialsofivoryandcolouredglass叹息，隔一会短短地嘘出来，每个人的目光都盯着自己的脚。流上小山，流下威廉王大街，直到圣玛丽·乌尔诺教堂，在那里大钟正沉沉桥着九点的最后一响。那儿我遇到一个熟人，喊住他道：“史太森！你记得我们在麦来船上！去年你种在你的花园里的尸首，它发芽了吗？今年能开花吗？还是突然霜冻搅乱了它的花床？哦，千万把狗撵开，那是人类之友，不然他会用爪子又把它掘出来！你呀，伪善的读者——我的同类，我的兄弟！”二、一局棋戏她所坐的椅子，在大理石上象王座闪闪发光；有一面镜子，镜台镂刻着结葡萄的藤蔓，金黄的小爱神偷偷向外窥探，（还有一个把眼睛藏在翅膀下）把七枝蜡的烛台的火焰加倍反射到桌上；她的珠宝从缎套倾泻出的灿烂光泽，正好升起来和那反光相汇合。在开盖的象牙瓶和五彩玻璃瓶里Unstoppered,lurkedherstrangesyntheticperfumeUnguent,powdered,orliquid--troubled,vondusedAnddrownedthesenseinodours;stirredbytheairThatfreshenedfromthewindow,theseascendedInfatteningtheprolongedcandle-flames,Flungtheirsmokeintothelaquearia,Stirringthepatternonthecofferedceiling.Hugesea-woodfedwithcopperBurnedgreenandorange,framedbythecoloredstoneInwhichsadlightacarveddolphinswamAbovetheantiquemantelwasdisplayedAsthoughawindowgaveuponthesylvansceneThechangeofPhilomel,bythebarbarouskingSorudelyforced;yettherethenightingaleFilledallthedesertwithinviolablevoiceAndstillshecried,andstilltheworldpursues,'JugJug'todirtyears.AndotherwitheredstumpsoftimeWeretolduponthewalls;staringformsLeanedout,leaning,hushingtheroomenclosed.Footstpesshuffledonthestair.Underthefirelight,undertheb