PIANO
By D.H. Lawrence
The poem “Piano” was written by D.H. Lawrence. He is listening to a woman playing the piano and becomes nostalgic thinking of memories from his childhood. He is torn between his feelings of the present and his memories of the past. Below is D.H. Lawerence’s “Piano.”
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
In D.H. Lawerence’s Piano, he describes memories from his childhood. He is listening to a woman sing, which has brought him back to a time where he listened to his mother sing to him. This song makes him reminisce about his past. He tries not to think about that but can not help himself. These memories make him wish for his childhood again.
Lawerence seems confused about his place. He also seems to be making a connection with the women singing and his mother. In the last two lines of the poem I feel that Lawerence is expressing that he can not be a child again and must contiue his manhood. Words like “In Spite”, “Betray’s, and “Vain” express the negative feelings Lawerence is enduring.
Poem Taken From:
The Norton Anthology of English Literature. 8th Edition. Vol. 2. New York: Norton, 2006. (p.2275)
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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
我從未見過野生動物自憐。一隻小鳥會從樹枝上掉下來凍死，卻從未有過自憐之感。
Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.
當你無話可說時，保持沉默；當你被真正的激情所感動時，說出你想說的話，並且要熱情洋溢。
But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.
但與其機械地重複重複的生活，不如去死。
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