Poem in Prose - The Doer of Good

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The Doer of Good By Oscar Wilde 
 
It was night-time and He was alone. 
 
And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the 
city. 
 
And when He came near He heard within the city the tread of the feet 
of joy, and the laughter of the mouth of gladness and the loud noise 
of many lutes. And He knocked at the gate and certain of the gate- 
keepers opened to Him. 
 
And He beheld a house that was of marble and had fair pillars of 
marble before it. The pillars were hung with garlands, and within 
and without there were torches of cedar. And He entered the house. 
 
And when He had passed through the hall of chalcedony and the hall 
of jasper, and reached the long hall of feasting, He saw lying on a 
couch of sea-purple one whose hair was crowned with red roses and 
whose lips were red with wine. 
 
And He went behind him and touched him on the shoulder and said to 
him, 'Why do you live like this?' 
 
And the young man turned round and recognised Him, and made answer 
and said, 'But I was a leper once, and you healed me. How else 
should I live?' 
 
And He passed out of the house and went again into the street. 
 
And after a little while He saw one whose face and raiment were 
painted and whose feet were shod with pearls. And behind her came, 
slowly as a hunter, a young man who wore a cloak of two colours. 
Now the face of the woman was as the fair face of an idol, and the 
eyes of the young man were bright with lust. 
 
And He followed swiftly and touched the hand of the young man and 
said to him, 'Why do you look at this woman and in such wise?' 
 
And the young man turned round and recognised Him and said, 'But I 
was blind once, and you gave me sight. At what else should I look?' 
 
And He ran forward and touched the painted raiment of the woman and 
said to her, 'Is there no other way in which to walk save the way of 
sin?' 
 
And the woman turned round and recognised Him, and laughed and said, 
'But you forgave me my sins, and the way is a pleasant way.' 
 
And He passed out of the city. 
 
And when He had passed out of the city He saw seated by the roadside 
a young man who was weeping. 
 
And He went towards him and touched the long locks of his hair and 
said to him, 'Why are you weeping?' 
 
And the young man looked up and recognised Him and made answer, 'But 
I was dead once, and you raised me from the dead. What else should 
I do but weep?' 
 
 
王尔德六篇散文诗里这一篇是我的最爱，在网上曾和人讨论过译文： 
<A HREF="http://www2.tianyaclub.com/New/PublicForum/Content.asp?flag=1&idWriter=0&Key=0&idArticle=35795&strItem=books" TARGET=_blank>http://www2.tianyaclub.com/New/PublicForum/Content.asp?flag=1&idWriter=0&Key=0&idArticle=35795&strItem=books</A> 
那个“丝管醉春风”就是我<img src="../leadbbsfile/UBBicon/em37.GIF" width=46 height=46 align=absmiddle border=0>，很久以前在新浪的古典音乐论坛上用过的名字。<img src="../leadbbsfile/UBBicon/em24.GIF" width=46 height=46 align=absmiddle border=0>

网事如烟 · 发表于 1-1-2004 17:12:26

“丝管醉春风”，呵呵，原来也是一个微酸的才俊，现在这个名字可能更好，云淡风清地写意！

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