XVII
Henry James
From Underwoods
Robert Louis Stevenson
Who comes to-night? We open the doors in vain.
Who comes? My bursting walls, can you contain
The presences that now together throng
Your narrow entry, as with flowers and song,
As with the air of life, the breath of talk?
Lo, how these fair immaculate women walk
Behind their jacund maker; and we see
Slighted De Mauves, and that far different she,
Gressie, the trivial sphynx; and to our feast
Daisy and Barb and Chancellor (she not least!)
With all their silken, all their airy kin,
Do like unbidden angels enter in.
But he, attended by these shining names,
Comes (best of all) himself -- our welcome James.
夜になったら誰が来る？僕達は徒にドゥアを開ける。
誰が来る？僕の張り裂けそうな内壁、貴方は今一斉に押し寄せるその現実を禁じられるのか。
生気あるその様子、語いのその息遣いを持つ程花と歌を持った貴方の辛うじての登場。
23:08 2016/03/21月
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