In Search of Lost Time, Vol. II Within a Budding Grove 追忆似水年华第二部:在少女身们旁
TRANSLATOR\'S DEDICATIONTo K. S. S.
That men in armour may be bornWith serpents\' teeth the field is sown;Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the cornToo quickly ripe, too early mown.
I scan the quivering heads, beholdThe features, catch the whispered breathOf friends long garnered in the coldUnopening granaries of death,Whose names in solemn cadence ring
TRANSLATOR\'S DEDICATIONTo K. S. S.
That men in armour may be bornWith serpents\' teeth the field is sown;Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the cornToo quickly ripe, too early mown.
I scan the quivering heads, beholdThe features, catch the whispered breathOf friends long garnered in the coldUnopening granaries of death,Whose names in solemn cadence ring