Poem in Prose - The Doer of Good
The Doer of Good<br>By Oscar Wilde<br><br>
It was night-time and He was alone.<br>
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And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the<br>
city.<br>
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And when He came near He heard within the city the tread of the feet<br>
of joy, and the laughter of the mouth of gladness and the loud noise<br>
of many lutes. And He knocked at the gate and certain of the gate-<br>
keepers opened to Him.<br>
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And He beheld a house that was of marble and had fair pillars of<br>
marble before it. The pillars were hung with garlands, and within<br>
and without there were torches of cedar. And He entered the house.<br>
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And when He had passed through the hall of chalcedony and the hall<br>
of jasper, and reached the long hall of feasting, He saw lying on a<br>
couch of sea-purple one whose hair was crowned with red roses and<br>
whose lips were red with wine.<br>
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And He went behind him and touched him on the shoulder and said to<br>
him, 'Why do you live like this?'<br>
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And the young man turned round and recognised Him, and made answer<br>
and said, 'But I was a leper once, and you healed me. How else<br>
should I live?'<br>
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And He passed out of the house and went again into the street.<br>
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And after a little while He saw one whose face and raiment were<br>
painted and whose feet were shod with pearls. And behind her came,<br>
slowly as a hunter, a young man who wore a cloak of two colours.<br>
Now the face of the woman was as the fair face of an idol, and the<br>
eyes of the young man were bright with lust.<br>
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And He followed swiftly and touched the hand of the young man and<br>
said to him, 'Why do you look at this woman and in such wise?'<br>
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And the young man turned round and recognised Him and said, 'But I<br>
was blind once, and you gave me sight. At what else should I look?'<br>
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And He ran forward and touched the painted raiment of the woman and<br>
said to her, 'Is there no other way in which to walk save the way of<br>
sin?'<br>
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And the woman turned round and recognised Him, and laughed and said,<br>
'But you forgave me my sins, and the way is a pleasant way.'<br>
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And He passed out of the city.<br>
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And when He had passed out of the city He saw seated by the roadside<br>
a young man who was weeping.<br>
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And He went towards him and touched the long locks of his hair and<br>
said to him, 'Why are you weeping?'<br>
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And the young man looked up and recognised Him and made answer, 'But<br>
I was dead once, and you raised me from the dead. What else should<br>
I do but weep?'<br>
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王尔德六篇散文诗里这一篇是我的最爱,在网上曾和人讨论过译文:<br>
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那个“丝管醉春风”就是我<img src="../leadbbsfile/UBBicon/em37.GIF" width=46 height=46 align=absmiddle border=0>,很久以前在新浪的古典音乐论坛上用过的名字。<img src="../leadbbsfile/UBBicon/em24.GIF" width=46 height=46 align=absmiddle border=0>
Re:Poem in Prose - The Doer of Good
“丝管醉春风”,呵呵,原来也是一个微酸的才俊,现在这个名字可能更好,云淡风清地写意!
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