《A Feaver》约翰·但恩诗赏析

A Feaver

Oh doe not die, for I shall hate

All women so, when thou art gone,

That thee I shall not celebrate,

When I remember, thou wast one.

But yet thou canst not die, I know;　

To leave this world behinde, is death,

But when thou from this world wilt goe,

The whole world vapors with thy breath.

Or if, when thou, the worlds soule, goest,

It stay, tis but thy carkasse then,　

The fairest woman, but thy ghost,

But corrupt wormes, the worthyest men.

O wrangling schooles, that search what fire

Shall burne this world, had none the wit

Unto this knowledge to aspire,　

That this her feaver might be it?

And yet she cannot wast by this,

Nor long beare this torturing wrong,

For much corruption needfull is

To fuell such a feaver long.　

These burning fits but meteors bee,

Whose matter in thee is soone spent.

Thy beauty, 'and all parts, which are thee,

Are unchangeable firmament.

Yet t'was of my minde, seising thee,　

Though it in thee cannot persever.

For I had rather owner bee

Of thee one houre, then all else ever.