East Coker

Song East Coker
Artist Robert Speaight
Album The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock ; T.S.Eliot Favourites

Lyrics

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Eliot
[00:02.375] East Coker
[00:04.983] In my beginning is my end.
[00:08.237] In succession，houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
[00:12.425] Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
[00:16.692] Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
[00:20.047] Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
[00:24.405] Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
[00:28.640] Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
[00:32.779] Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
[00:36.080] Houses live and die: there is a time for building
[00:41.094] And a time for living and for generation
[00:43.562] And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
[00:47.187] And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
[00:50.952] And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.
[00:56.732] In my beginning is my end.
[01:00.581] Now the light falls
[01:02.141] Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
[01:04.936] Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
[01:08.157] Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
[01:11.350] And the deep lane insists on the direction
[01:14.156] Into the village, in the electric heat
[01:17.041] Hypnotised.
[01:18.928] In a warm haze the sultry light
[01:21.399] Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
[01:25.194] The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
[01:28.400] Wait for the early owl.
[01:32.612] In that open field
[01:34.778] If you do not come too close,
[01:36.429] If you do not come too close,
[01:38.199] On a summer midnight,
[01:39.859] you can hear the music of the weak pipe and the little drum
[01:43.111] And see them dancing around the bonfire
[01:45.339] The association of man and woman
[01:48.361] In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie—
[01:51.554] A dignified and commodiois sacrament.
[01:54.229] Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
[01:57.494] Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
[02:00.072] Whiche betokeneth concorde.
[02:02.054] Round and round the fire
[02:04.607] Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
[02:07.231] Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
[02:10.084] Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
[02:13.241] Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
[02:17.346] Mirth of those long since under earth
[02:20.209] Nourishing the corn.
[02:22.132] Keeping time,
[02:24.116] Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
[02:26.241] As in their living in the living seasons
[02:28.847] The time of the seasons and the constellations
[02:32.040] The time of milking and the time of harvest
[02:34.744] The time of the coupling of man and woman
[02:37.453] And that of beasts.
[02:39.963] Feet rising and falling.
[02:42.521] Eating and drinking.
[02:43.980] Dung and death.
[02:48.307] Dawn points, and another day
[02:51.811] Prepares for heat and silence.
[02:54.573] Out at sea the dawn wind
[02:57.592] Wrinkles and slides.
[03:00.409] I am here,or there, or elsewhere.
[03:04.200] In my beginning.
[03:06.812] What is the late November doing with the disturbance of the spring
[03:15.802] And creatures of the summer heat,
[03:17.600] And snowdrops writhing under feet
[03:19.908] And hollyhocks that aim too high
[03:21.803] Red into grey and tumble down
[03:24.134] Late roses filled with early snow?
[03:27.691] Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
[03:30.111] Simulates triumphal cars
[03:32.253] Deployed in constellated wars
[03:34.401] Scorpion fights against the Sun
[03:36.899] Until the Sun and Moon go down
[03:38.589] Comets weep and Leonids fly
[03:41.030] Hunt the heavens and the plains
[03:43.136] Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
[03:45.434] The world to that destructive fire
[03:47.728] Which burns before the ice-cap reigns.
[03:51.848] That was a way of putting it—not very satisfactory:
[03:55.118] A periphrastic study in a worn-out poetical fashion,
[03:59.668] Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle
[04:01.937] With words and meanings.
[04:03.745] The poetry does not matter.
[04:05.510] It was not to start again what one had expected.
[04:08.735] What was to be the value of the long looked forward to,
[04:12.386] Long hoped for calm, the autumnal serenity
[04:16.060] And the wisdom of age?
[04:17.730] Had they deceived us
[04:19.849] Or deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders,
[04:22.851] Bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit?
[04:26.352] The serenity only a deliberate hebetude,
[04:29.715] The wisdom only the knowledge of dead secrets
[04:32.871] Useless in the darkness into which they peered
[04:35.246] Or from which they turned their eyes.
[04:38.371] There is, it seems to us,
[04:40.542] At best, only a limited value
[04:42.467] In the knowledge derived from experience.
[04:44.356] The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
[04:48.240] For the pattern is new in every moment
[04:51.040] And every moment is a new and shocking valuation of all we have been.
[04:55.948] We are only undeceived
[04:57.908] Of that which, deceiving, could no longer harm.
[05:01.400] In the middle, not only in the middle of the way
[05:04.348] But all the way, in a dark wood, in a bramble,
[05:07.232] On the edge of a grimpen, where is no secure foothold,
[05:11.327] And menaced by monsters, fancy lights,
[05:13.820] Risking enchantment.
[05:15.582] Do not let me hear
[05:17.949] Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,
[05:21.325] Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,
[05:26.416] Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
[05:31.070] The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
[05:34.257] Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
[05:38.883] The houses are all gone under the sea.
[05:43.558] The dancers are all gone under the hill.
[05:47.182] O dark dark dark.
[05:54.390] They all go into the dark,
[05:56.313] The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
[06:00.268] The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
[06:03.930] The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
[06:07.236] Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
[06:10.165] Industrial lords and petty contractors,
[06:12.996] All go into the dark,
[06:15.413] And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
[06:19.820] And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
[06:23.134] And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
[06:27.508] And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
[06:31.554] Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
[06:35.198] I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
[06:41.649] Which shall be the darkness of God.
[06:43.727] As, in a theatre,
[06:45.647] The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
[06:47.730] With a hollow rumble of wings,
[06:49.603] With a movement of darkness on darkness,
[06:52.752] And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
[06:57.213] And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
[07:00.765] Or as, when an underground train,
[07:03.756] In the tube,
[07:04.945] Stops too long between stations
[07:07.447] And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
[07:11.429] And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
[07:15.662] Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
[07:19.350] Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
[07:25.417] I said to my soul, be still,
[07:29.026] And wait without hope
[07:31.634] For hope would be hope for the wrong thing;
[07:34.444] Wait without love,
[07:36.727] For love would be love of the wrong thing;
[07:39.496] There is yet faith
[07:41.505] But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[07:46.388] Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
[07:50.677] So the darkness shall be the light,
[07:53.208] And the stillness the dancing.
[07:56.002] Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
[08:00.207] The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
[08:03.665] The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
[08:06.945] Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
[08:11.857] Of death and birth.
[08:14.572] You say I am repeating
[08:17.105] Something I have said before.
[08:18.604] I shall say it again.
[08:20.352] Shall I say it again?
[08:23.184] In order to arrive there,
[08:25.905] To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
[08:29.592] You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
[08:33.555] In order to arrive at what you do not know
[08:37.047] You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
[08:40.936] In order to possess what you do not possess
[08:44.196] You must go by the way of dispossession.
[08:47.200] In order to arrive at what you are not
[08:49.618] You must go through the way in which you are not.
[08:53.510] And what you do not know is the only thing you know
[08:57.422] And what you own is what you do not own
[09:00.868] And where you are is where you are not.
[09:04.602] The wounded surgeon plies the steel
[09:12.388] That questions the distempered part;
[09:14.447] Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
[09:17.133] The sharp compassion of the healer's art
[09:19.449] Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
[09:22.259] Our only health is the disease
[09:25.070] If we obey the dying nurse
[09:27.141] Whose constant care is not to please
[09:29.969] But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,
[09:33.325] And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.
[09:37.105] The whole earth is our hospital
[09:40.634] Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
[09:43.032] Wherein, if we do well, we shall
[09:45.919] Die of the absolute paternal care
[09:48.541] That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.
[09:52.358] The chill ascends from feet to knees,
[09:55.852] The fever sings in mental wires.
[09:58.825] If to be warmed, then I must freeze
[10:02.011] And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
[10:04.563] Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
[10:09.920] The dripping blood our only drink,
[10:13.310] The bloody flesh our only food:
[10:16.473] In spite of which we like to think
[10:19.059] That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
[10:21.901] Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
[10:28.478] So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
[10:38.762] Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres
[10:44.008] Trying to use words,
[10:45.638] And every attempt is a wholly new start,
[10:48.386] And a different kind of failure
[10:51.153] Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
[10:53.669] For the thing one no longer has to say,
[10:56.094] Or the way in which one is no longer disposed to say it.
[10:59.697] And so each venture is a new beginning,
[11:02.979] A raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating
[11:07.572] In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
[11:10.739] Undisciplined squads of emotion.
[11:13.560] And what there is to conquer
[11:15.761] By strength and submission, has already been discovered
[11:19.201] Once or twice, or several times,
[11:21.541] By men whom one cannot hope to emulate
[11:24.683] But there is no competition
[11:26.283] There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
[11:30.320] And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
[11:35.886] That seem unpropitious.
[11:37.862] But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
[11:41.165] For us, there is only the trying.
[11:44.210] The rest is not our business.
[11:47.653] Home is where one starts from.
[11:50.917] As we grow older
[11:52.997] The world becomes stranger,
[11:54.778] The pattern more complicated of dead and living.
[11:57.512] Not the intense moment isolated,
[12:00.211] With no before and after,
[12:01.945] But a lifetime burning in every moment
[12:04.936] And not the lifetime of one man only
[12:07.281] But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
[12:10.323] There is a time for the evening under starlight,
[12:14.213] A time for the evening under lamplight
[12:16.686] The evening with the photograph album
[12:18.950] Love is most nearly itself
[12:22.038] When here and now cease to matter.
[12:24.227] Old men ought to be explorers
[12:27.041] Here or there does not matter
[12:30.465] We must be still and still moving
[12:33.511] Into another intensity
[12:35.091] For a further union, a deeper communion
[12:38.869] Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
[12:42.103] The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
[12:47.614] Of the petrel and the porpoise.
[12:50.015] In my end is my beginning.

Pinyin

[00:00.000] zuò qǔ : Eliot
[00:02.375] East Coker
[00:04.983] In my beginning is my end.
[00:08.237] In succession, houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
[00:12.425] Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
[00:16.692] Is an open field, or a factory, or a bypass.
[00:20.047] Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
[00:24.405] Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
[00:28.640] Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
[00:32.779] Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.
[00:36.080] Houses live and die: there is a time for building
[00:41.094] And a time for living and for generation
[00:43.562] And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
[00:47.187] And to shake the wainscot where the fieldmouse trots
[00:50.952] And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto.
[00:56.732] In my beginning is my end.
[01:00.581] Now the light falls
[01:02.141] Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
[01:04.936] Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
[01:08.157] Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
[01:11.350] And the deep lane insists on the direction
[01:14.156] Into the village, in the electric heat
[01:17.041] Hypnotised.
[01:18.928] In a warm haze the sultry light
[01:21.399] Is absorbed, not refracted, by grey stone.
[01:25.194] The dahlias sleep in the empty silence.
[01:28.400] Wait for the early owl.
[01:32.612] In that open field
[01:34.778] If you do not come too close,
[01:36.429] If you do not come too close,
[01:38.199] On a summer midnight,
[01:39.859] you can hear the music of the weak pipe and the little drum
[01:43.111] And see them dancing around the bonfire
[01:45.339] The association of man and woman
[01:48.361] In daunsinge, signifying matrimonie
[01:51.554] A dignified and commodiois sacrament.
[01:54.229] Two and two, necessarye coniunction,
[01:57.494] Holding eche other by the hand or the arm
[02:00.072] Whiche betokeneth concorde.
[02:02.054] Round and round the fire
[02:04.607] Leaping through the flames, or joined in circles,
[02:07.231] Rustically solemn or in rustic laughter
[02:10.084] Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,
[02:13.241] Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirth
[02:17.346] Mirth of those long since under earth
[02:20.209] Nourishing the corn.
[02:22.132] Keeping time,
[02:24.116] Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
[02:26.241] As in their living in the living seasons
[02:28.847] The time of the seasons and the constellations
[02:32.040] The time of milking and the time of harvest
[02:34.744] The time of the coupling of man and woman
[02:37.453] And that of beasts.
[02:39.963] Feet rising and falling.
[02:42.521] Eating and drinking.
[02:43.980] Dung and death.
[02:48.307] Dawn points, and another day
[02:51.811] Prepares for heat and silence.
[02:54.573] Out at sea the dawn wind
[02:57.592] Wrinkles and slides.
[03:00.409] I am here, or there, or elsewhere.
[03:04.200] In my beginning.
[03:06.812] What is the late November doing with the disturbance of the spring
[03:15.802] And creatures of the summer heat,
[03:17.600] And snowdrops writhing under feet
[03:19.908] And hollyhocks that aim too high
[03:21.803] Red into grey and tumble down
[03:24.134] Late roses filled with early snow?
[03:27.691] Thunder rolled by the rolling stars
[03:30.111] Simulates triumphal cars
[03:32.253] Deployed in constellated wars
[03:34.401] Scorpion fights against the Sun
[03:36.899] Until the Sun and Moon go down
[03:38.589] Comets weep and Leonids fly
[03:41.030] Hunt the heavens and the plains
[03:43.136] Whirled in a vortex that shall bring
[03:45.434] The world to that destructive fire
[03:47.728] Which burns before the icecap reigns.
[03:51.848] That was a way of putting it not very satisfactory:
[03:55.118] A periphrastic study in a wornout poetical fashion,
[03:59.668] Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle
[04:01.937] With words and meanings.
[04:03.745] The poetry does not matter.
[04:05.510] It was not to start again what one had expected.
[04:08.735] What was to be the value of the long looked forward to,
[04:12.386] Long hoped for calm, the autumnal serenity
[04:16.060] And the wisdom of age?
[04:17.730] Had they deceived us
[04:19.849] Or deceived themselves, the quietvoiced elders,
[04:22.851] Bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit?
[04:26.352] The serenity only a deliberate hebetude,
[04:29.715] The wisdom only the knowledge of dead secrets
[04:32.871] Useless in the darkness into which they peered
[04:35.246] Or from which they turned their eyes.
[04:38.371] There is, it seems to us,
[04:40.542] At best, only a limited value
[04:42.467] In the knowledge derived from experience.
[04:44.356] The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
[04:48.240] For the pattern is new in every moment
[04:51.040] And every moment is a new and shocking valuation of all we have been.
[04:55.948] We are only undeceived
[04:57.908] Of that which, deceiving, could no longer harm.
[05:01.400] In the middle, not only in the middle of the way
[05:04.348] But all the way, in a dark wood, in a bramble,
[05:07.232] On the edge of a grimpen, where is no secure foothold,
[05:11.327] And menaced by monsters, fancy lights,
[05:13.820] Risking enchantment.
[05:15.582] Do not let me hear
[05:17.949] Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,
[05:21.325] Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,
[05:26.416] Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
[05:31.070] The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
[05:34.257] Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.
[05:38.883] The houses are all gone under the sea.
[05:43.558] The dancers are all gone under the hill.
[05:47.182] O dark dark dark.
[05:54.390] They all go into the dark,
[05:56.313] The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant,
[06:00.268] The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
[06:03.930] The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the rulers,
[06:07.236] Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many committees,
[06:10.165] Industrial lords and petty contractors,
[06:12.996] All go into the dark,
[06:15.413] And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
[06:19.820] And the Stock Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
[06:23.134] And cold the sense and lost the motive of action.
[06:27.508] And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
[06:31.554] Nobody' s funeral, for there is no one to bury.
[06:35.198] I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
[06:41.649] Which shall be the darkness of God.
[06:43.727] As, in a theatre,
[06:45.647] The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed
[06:47.730] With a hollow rumble of wings,
[06:49.603] With a movement of darkness on darkness,
[06:52.752] And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
[06:57.213] And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away
[07:00.765] Or as, when an underground train,
[07:03.756] In the tube,
[07:04.945] Stops too long between stations
[07:07.447] And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
[07:11.429] And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
[07:15.662] Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about
[07:19.350] Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing
[07:25.417] I said to my soul, be still,
[07:29.026] And wait without hope
[07:31.634] For hope would be hope for the wrong thing
[07:34.444] Wait without love,
[07:36.727] For love would be love of the wrong thing
[07:39.496] There is yet faith
[07:41.505] But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[07:46.388] Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
[07:50.677] So the darkness shall be the light,
[07:53.208] And the stillness the dancing.
[07:56.002] Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
[08:00.207] The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
[08:03.665] The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
[08:06.945] Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
[08:11.857] Of death and birth.
[08:14.572] You say I am repeating
[08:17.105] Something I have said before.
[08:18.604] I shall say it again.
[08:20.352] Shall I say it again?
[08:23.184] In order to arrive there,
[08:25.905] To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not,
[08:29.592] You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
[08:33.555] In order to arrive at what you do not know
[08:37.047] You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance.
[08:40.936] In order to possess what you do not possess
[08:44.196] You must go by the way of dispossession.
[08:47.200] In order to arrive at what you are not
[08:49.618] You must go through the way in which you are not.
[08:53.510] And what you do not know is the only thing you know
[08:57.422] And what you own is what you do not own
[09:00.868] And where you are is where you are not.
[09:04.602] The wounded surgeon plies the steel
[09:12.388] That questions the distempered part
[09:14.447] Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
[09:17.133] The sharp compassion of the healer' s art
[09:19.449] Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
[09:22.259] Our only health is the disease
[09:25.070] If we obey the dying nurse
[09:27.141] Whose constant care is not to please
[09:29.969] But to remind of our, and Adam' s curse,
[09:33.325] And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.
[09:37.105] The whole earth is our hospital
[09:40.634] Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
[09:43.032] Wherein, if we do well, we shall
[09:45.919] Die of the absolute paternal care
[09:48.541] That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.
[09:52.358] The chill ascends from feet to knees,
[09:55.852] The fever sings in mental wires.
[09:58.825] If to be warmed, then I must freeze
[10:02.011] And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
[10:04.563] Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.
[10:09.920] The dripping blood our only drink,
[10:13.310] The bloody flesh our only food:
[10:16.473] In spite of which we like to think
[10:19.059] That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood
[10:21.901] Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
[10:28.478] So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years
[10:38.762] Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l' entre deux guerres
[10:44.008] Trying to use words,
[10:45.638] And every attempt is a wholly new start,
[10:48.386] And a different kind of failure
[10:51.153] Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
[10:53.669] For the thing one no longer has to say,
[10:56.094] Or the way in which one is no longer disposed to say it.
[10:59.697] And so each venture is a new beginning,
[11:02.979] A raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating
[11:07.572] In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
[11:10.739] Undisciplined squads of emotion.
[11:13.560] And what there is to conquer
[11:15.761] By strength and submission, has already been discovered
[11:19.201] Once or twice, or several times,
[11:21.541] By men whom one cannot hope to emulate
[11:24.683] But there is no competition
[11:26.283] There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
[11:30.320] And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
[11:35.886] That seem unpropitious.
[11:37.862] But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
[11:41.165] For us, there is only the trying.
[11:44.210] The rest is not our business.
[11:47.653] Home is where one starts from.
[11:50.917] As we grow older
[11:52.997] The world becomes stranger,
[11:54.778] The pattern more complicated of dead and living.
[11:57.512] Not the intense moment isolated,
[12:00.211] With no before and after,
[12:01.945] But a lifetime burning in every moment
[12:04.936] And not the lifetime of one man only
[12:07.281] But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
[12:10.323] There is a time for the evening under starlight,
[12:14.213] A time for the evening under lamplight
[12:16.686] The evening with the photograph album
[12:18.950] Love is most nearly itself
[12:22.038] When here and now cease to matter.
[12:24.227] Old men ought to be explorers
[12:27.041] Here or there does not matter
[12:30.465] We must be still and still moving
[12:33.511] Into another intensity
[12:35.091] For a further union, a deeper communion
[12:38.869] Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
[12:42.103] The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
[12:47.614] Of the petrel and the porpoise.
[12:50.015] In my end is my beginning.