作者：(美)艾米莉·狄金森
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艾米莉·狄金森（1830—1886）是美国19世纪最著名的女诗人。她终生未嫁，她的所谓的好友，也都不过是书信往来意义的好友罢了。但这并不妨碍她阅读她周边的世界，只不过，她并没有全身心地活在那个世俗的世界里。她的生活就锁定在了自己的房间里。她不见访客，只在自己的闺房里，创作出一首接一首的诗歌出来。当然，偶尔她也会突然关注某个政治事件的来龙去脉。她父亲是美国国会议员。她的家史可以追溯到新英格兰历史开端时期：1630年，狄金森家族在美洲大陆落户生根，200年后，艾米莉出生。
在艾米莉的一生中，有几个重要的政治事件吸引了她的注意力。一场被称作宗教“大复兴”运动风起云涌，结果，艾米莉家周边的很多沙龙被迫关闭。艾米莉父亲十分支持这场运动，而艾米莉则持怀疑的态度。
后来，进入19世纪四五十年代，废奴运动兴起。再后来，就是美国内战。这一个又一个的政治活动，都深深地影响了艾米莉的人生观。她最好朋友的丈夫死于战争之中。
最有意思的是，美国文学领域对女性作家所秉持的态度十分暧昧：不排斥，但也不欢迎。比如，写出《汤姆叔叔的小屋》的作家是个女性，虽然该小说发表后获得巨大成功，但作者还是会感受到某种来自文学领域里的某种抵触情绪。诗歌领域，则一直被美国文学领域里的男人们认为是自己的专利领域，女性不能介入。爱默生、惠特曼等诗人就自认为是这一领域的代言人。
狄金森父亲是个很保守的人。假如他知道女儿整天在房间里写诗，他会崩溃。因此，艾米莉把自己的全部诗歌都锁在自己房间里的一个秘密抽屉里。而她的那些所谓公开的诗歌，不过是她寄送给朋友的一些生日贺卡式的内容。她在世时，一共只发表了七首诗，较之她一共写出近两千首诗歌，堪称寥寥无几。即便是这七首诗，她也是以笔名的方式发表的。她后来的生活变得更加离群索居。更有趣的是，她进入20岁以后，每天只穿白颜色的衣服。最终，她不再见访客，即便访客到了她家门口也拒绝见面。
狄金森在诗歌上的巨大成就，是她去世多年后才被世界所公认。其实，她在世时，自己也很了解自己的才华。现在，很多学者都视艾米莉的风格为现代诗歌的先驱式风格。在艾米莉所生活的时期，诗歌格式有严格的要求。而狄金森的风格则“破坏”了严格的格式。她的这种“破坏”，则在后来被一些伟大的诗人，如庞德、T.S.爱略特等口中，得到了巨大的赞扬与认可。但在她生活的时期，这种“破坏”一定会令当时的诗人感到难堪与愤怒，也因此，很难看出她在诗歌上所展现出来的巨大天才特质。
现在，“最经典英语文库”把艾米莉的诗集精选后出版面世给我国读者，这真是一件巨大的好事。从这本诗集里，可以品味艾米莉诗歌的原汁原味，可以感受艾米莉诗歌的独特魅力，可以边品茗边吟咏。
当然最重要的是，通过吟咏与诵读，更好地了解英语诗歌，感知英语诗歌的巨大魔力。Emily Dickinson
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson （10 December 1830-15 May 1886）was an American poet.Dickinson was born in Amherst,Massachusetts.Although part of a prominent family with strong ties to its community,Dickinson lived much of her life highly introverted.Dickinson never married,and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.
While Dickinson was a prolific private poet,fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time.Dickinson’s poems are unique for the era in which she wrote;they contain short lines,typically lack titles,and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality,two recurring topics in letters to her friends.
Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd,though both heavily edited the content.Dickinson is now almost universally considered to be one of the most significant of all American poets.
General Preface
Millions of Chinese are learning English to acquire knowledge and skills for communication in a world where English has become the primary language for international discourse.Yet not many learners have come to realize that the command of the English language also enables them to have an easy access to the world literary classics such as Shakespeare’s plays,Shelley’s poems,mark Twain’s novels and Nietzsche’s works which are an important part of liberal-arts education.The most important goals of universities are not vocational,that is,not merely the giving of knowledge and the training of skills.
In a broad sense,education aims at broadening young people’s mental horizon,cultivating virtues and shaping their character.Lincoln,Mao Zedong and many other great leaders and personages of distinction declared how they drew immense inspiration and strength from literary works.As a matter of fact,many of them had aspired to become writers in their young age.Alexander the Great （356-323 B.C.）is said to take along with him two things,waking or sleeping:a book and a dagger,and the book is Iliad,a literary classic,by Homer.He would put these two much treasured things under his pillow when he went to bed.
Today,we face an unprecedented complex and changing world.To cope with this rapid changing world requires not only communication skills,but also adequate knowledge of cultures other than our own home culture.Among the most important developments in present-day global culture is the ever increasing cultural exchanges and understanding between different nations and peoples.And one of the best ways to know foreign cultures is to read their literary works,particularly their literary classics,the soul of a country’s culture.They also give you the best language and the feeling of sublimity.
Liaoning People’s Publishing House is to be congratulated for its foresight and courage in making a new series of world literary classics available to the reading public.It is hoped that people with an adequate command of the English language will read them,like them and keep them as their lifetime companions.
I am convinced that the series will make an important contribution to the literary education of the young people in china.At a time when the whole country is emphasizing “spiritual civilization”,it is certainly a very timely venture to put out the series of literary classics for literary and cultural education.Zhang ZhongzaiProfessorBeijing Foreign Studies UniversityJuly,2013 Beijing
总序
经典名著的语言无疑是最凝练、最优美、最有审美价值的。雪莱的那句“如冬已来临，春天还会远吗？”让多少陷于绝望的人重新燃起希望之火，鼓起勇气，迎接严冬过后的春天。徐志摩一句“悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的来；我挥一挥衣袖，不带走一片云彩”又让多少人陶醉。尼采的那句“上帝死了”，又给多少人以振聋发聩的启迪作用。
读经典名著，尤其阅读原汁原味作品，可以怡情养性，增长知识，加添才干，丰富情感，开阔视野。所谓“经典”，其实就是作者所属的那个民族的文化积淀，是那个民族的灵魂缩影。英国戏剧泰斗莎士比亚的《哈姆雷特》和《麦克白》等、“意大利语言之父”的但丁的《神曲》之《地狱篇》《炼狱篇》及《天堂篇》、爱尔兰世界一流作家詹姆斯·乔伊斯的《尤利西斯》及《一个艺术家的肖像》等、美国风趣而笔法超一流的著名小说家马克·吐温的《哈克历险记》以及《汤姆索亚历险记》等，德国著名哲学家尼采的《查拉图斯特拉如是说》及《快乐的科学》等等，都为塑造自己民族的文化积淀，做出了永恒的贡献，也同时向世界展示了他们所属的民族的优美剪影。
很多著名领袖如林肯、毛泽东等伟大人物，也都曾从经典名著中汲取力量，甚至获得治国理念。耶鲁大学教授查尔斯·希尔曾在题为《经典与治国理念》的文章，阐述了读书与治国之间的绝妙关系。他这样写道：“在几乎所有经典名著中，都可以找到让人叹为观止、深藏其中的治国艺术原则。”
经典名著，不仅仅有治国理念，更具提升读者审美情趣的功能。世界上不同时代、不同地域的优秀经典作品，都存在一个共同属性：歌颂赞美人间的真善美，揭露抨击世间的假恶丑。
读欧美自但丁以来的经典名著，你会看到，西方无论是在漫长的黑暗时期，抑或进入现代进程时期，总有经典作品问世，对世间的负面，进行冷峻的批判。与此同时，也有更多的大家作品问世，热情讴歌人间的真诚与善良，使读者不由自主地沉浸于经典作品的审美情感之中。
英语经典名著，显然是除了汉语经典名著以外，人类整个进程中至关重要的文化遗产的一部分。从历史上看，英语是全世界经典阅读作品中，使用得最广泛的国际性语言。这一事实，没有产生根本性变化。本世纪相当长一段时间，这一事实也似乎不会发生任何变化。而要更深入地了解并切身感受英语经典名著的风采，阅读原汁原味的英语经典作品的过程，显然是必不可少的。
辽宁人民出版社及时并隆重推出“最经典英语文库”系列丛书，是具有远见与卓识的出版行为。我相信，这套既可供阅读，同时也具收藏价值的英语原版经典作品系列丛书，在帮助人们了解什么才是经典作品的同时，也一定会成为广大英语爱好者、大中学生以及学生家长们挚爱的“最经典英语文库”。北京外国语大学英语学院北外公共外交研究中心欧美文学研究中心主任全国英国文学学会名誉会长张中载 教授2013年7月于北京
PREFACE
The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called“the Poetry of the Portfolio,”—something produced absolutely without the thought of publication,and solely by way of expression of the writer’s own mind.Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways.On the other hand,it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and the unconventional utterance of daring thoughts.In the case of the present author,there was absolutely no choice in the matter;she must write thus,or not at all.A recluse by temperament and habit,literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the doorstep,and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father’s grounds,she habitually concealed her mind,like her person,from all but a very few friends;and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print,during her lifetime,three or four poems.Yet she wrote verses in great abundance;and though brought curiously indifferent to all conventional rules,had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own,and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness.
Miss Dickinson was born in Amherst,Mass.,Dec.10,1830,and died there May 15,1886.Her father,Hon.Edward Dickinson,was the leading lawyer of Amherst,and was treasurer of the well-known college there situated.It was his custom once a year to hold a large reception at his house,attended by all the families connected with the institution and by the leading people of the town.On these occasions his daughter Emily emerged from her wonted retirement and did her part as gracious hostess;nor would any one have known from her manner,I have been told,that this was not a daily occurrence.The annual occasion once past,she withdrew again into her seclusion,and except for a very few friends was as invisible to the world as if she had dwelt in a nunnery.For myself,although I had corresponded with her for many years,I saw her but twice face to face,and brought away the impression of something as unique and remote as Undine or Mignon or Thekla.
This selection from her poems is published to meet the desire of her personal friends,and especially of her surviving sister.It is believed that the thoughtful reader will find in these pages a quality more suggestive of the poetry of William Blake than of anything to be elsewhere found,—flashes of wholly original and profound insight into nature and life;words and phrases exhibiting an extraordinary vividness of descriptive and imaginative power,yet often set in a seemingly whimsical or even rugged frame.They are here published as they were written,with very few andsuperficial changes;although it is fair to say that the titles have been assigned,almost invariably,by the editors.In many cases these verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots,with rain and dew and earth still clinging to them,giving a freshness and a fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed.In other cases,as in the few poems of shipwreck or of mental conflict,we can only wonder at the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can delineate,by a few touches,the very crises of physical or mental struggle.And sometimes again we catch glimpses of a lyric strain,sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time,and making the reader regret its sudden cessation.But the main quality of these poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight,uttered with an uneven vigor sometimes exasperating,seemingly wayward,but really unsought and inevitable.After all,when a thought takes one’s breath away,a lesson on grammar seems an impertinence.As Ruskin wrote in his earlier and better days,“No weight nor mass nor beauty of execution can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.”By Thomas Wentworth Higginson
FIRST SERIES
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see；
For love of her,sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
I.LIFE
1.SUCCESS
[Published in "A Masque of Poets"
at the request of "H.H.," the author's
fellow-townswoman and friend.]
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear,of victory,
As he,defeated,dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break,agonized and clear!2.
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star,and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist,and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!3.
ROUGE ET NOIR
Soul,wilt thou toss again
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost,indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee；
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.4.
ROUGE GAGNE
'T is so much joy!'T is so much joy!
If I should fail,what poverty!
And yet,as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw；
Have gained!Yes!Hesitated so
This side the victory!
Life is but life,and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss,and breath but breath!
And if,indeed,I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!
And if I gain,—oh,gun at sea,
Oh,bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured,and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!5.
Glee!The great storm is over!
Four have recovered the land；
Forty gone down together
Into the boiling sand.
Ring,for the scant salvation!
Toll,for the bonnie souls,—
Neighbor and friend and bridegroom,
Spinning upon the shoals!
How they will tell the shipwreck
When winter shakes the door,
Till the children ask,"But the forty
Did they come back no more?"
Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye；
And the children no further question,
And only the waves reply.6.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain；
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.7.
ALMOST!
Within my reach!
I could have touched!
I might have chanced that way!
Soft sauntered through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed,an hour ago.8.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell；
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs；
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!9.
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then,excuse from pain；
And then,those little anodynes
That deaden suffering；
And then,to go to sleep；
And then,if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.10.
IN A LIBRARY
A precious,mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore；
A privilege,I think,
His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back,or two,to make
To times when he was young.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old；
What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man；
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts,centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true；
He lived where dreams were sown.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go；
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize,just so.11.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye；
Much sense the starkest madness.
'T is the majority
In this,as all,prevails.
Assent,and you are sane；
Demur,—you're straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.12.
I asked no other thing,
No other was denied.
I offered Being for it；
The mighty merchant smiled.
Brazil?He twirled a button,
Without a glance my way：
"But,madam,is there nothing else
That we can show to-day?"13.
EXCLUSION
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door；
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved,she notes the chariot's pausing
At her low gate；
Unmoved,an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one；
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.14.
THE SECRET
Some things that fly there be,—
Birds,hours,the bumble-bee：
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,—
Grief,hills,eternity：
Nor this behooveth me.
There are,that resting,rise.
Can I expound the skies
How still the riddle lies!15.
THE LONELY HOUSE
I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber 'd like the look of,—
Wooden barred,
And windows hanging low,
Inviting to
A portico,
Where two could creep：
One hand the tools,
The other peep
To make sure all's asleep.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to surprise!
How orderly the kitchen 'd look by night,
With just a clock,—
But they could gag the tick,
And mice won't bark；
And so the walls don't tell,
None will.
A pair of spectacles ajar just stir—
An almanac's aware.
Was it the mat winked,
Or a nervous star
The moon slides down the stair
To see who's there.
There's plunder,—where
Tankard,or spoon,
Earring,or stone,
A watch,some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid sleeping there.
Day rattles,too,
Stealth's slow；
The sun has got as far
As the third sycamore.
Screams chanticleer,
"Who's there?"
And echoes,trains away,
Sneer—"Where?"
While the old couple,just astir,
Fancy the sunrise left the door ajar!16.
To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter,I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cavalry of woe.
Who win,and nations do not see,
Who fall,and none observe,
Whose dying eyes no country
Regards with patriot love.
We trust,in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank,with even feet
And uniforms of snow.17.
DAWN
When night is almost done,And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair
And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That frightened but an hour.18.
THE BOOK OF MARTYRS
Read,sweet,how others strove,
Till we are stouter；
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid；
How many times they bore
The faithful witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot；
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown；
Brave names of men
And celestial women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!19.
THE MYSTERY OF PAIN
Pain has an element of blank；
It cannot recollect
When it began,or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.20.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl；
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling,through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!21.
A BOOK
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust；
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book.What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!22.
I had no time to hate,because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love;but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love,I thought,Was large enough for me.
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