‘They toil not, neither do they spin.’
One morn before me were three figures seen,
With bowèd necks, and joinèd hands, side-faced;
And one behind the other stepp’d serene,
In placid sandals, and in white robes graced;
They pass’d, like figures on a marble urn,
When shifted round to see the other side;
They came again; as when the urn once more
Is shifted round, the first seen shades return;
And they were strange to me, as may betide
With vases, to one deep in Phidian lore.
一天早晨有三個人在我面前出現
垂頭牽手側臉
互相挨着安閒同步
腳踏凉鞋穿衣雅典
如石甕圖彫走過我面前
彼此轉身給我看另一面
石甕再旋轉一程
影子又一次出現
如古希臘雕刻名家的花瓶
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