Stephen Spender - Not Palaces 汉译

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Where the mind dwells, intrigues, rests;

Architectural gold-leaved flower

From people ordered like a single mind,

I build. This only what I tell:

It is too late for race accumulation,

For family pride, for beauty’s filtered dusts;

I say, stamping the words with emphasis,

Drink from here energy and only energy,

As from the electric charge of a battery

To will this Time’s change.

Eye, gazelle, delicate wanderer,

Drinker of horizon’s fluid line;

Ear that suspends on a chord

The spirit drinking timelessness;

Touch, love, all senses;

Leave your gardens, your singing feasts,

Your dreams of suns circling before our sun,

Of heaven after our world.

Instead, watch images or flashing glass

That strike the outward sense, the polished will,

Flag of our purpose which the wind engraves.

No spirit seek here rest. But this: No one

Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally.

Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man.

       That programme of the antique Satan

Bristling with guns on the indented page,

With battleship towering from hilly waves:

For what? Drive of a running purpose

Destroying all but its age-long exploiters.

Our programme like this, but opposite,

Death to the killers, bringing light to lie.

                                                        1933