愛(ài)的五大意像英語(yǔ)美

1、愛(ài)的五大意像英語(yǔ)美文The Five Images of LoveGrace RhysGRACE RHYS-Novelist and essayist： Mary Dominic 1898, The Wooing of Sheila 1901, The Bride 1909, Five Beads on a String essays 1907, etc.No one understands the nature of love; it is like a bird of heaven that sings a strange language. It lights down among us

2、, coming from whence we know not, going we know not how or when, striking out wild notes of music that make even fatigued and heavy hearts to throb and give back a tone of courage.The sorts and kinds of love are infinite in number, infinite as the days of the years of time. Each one of us is capable

3、 of many and various loves. We cannot love two creatures, not two dogs, with the same love. To each of those whom we love we offer a gem of different colour and value;to the unknown Master of the heavens, ah! who shall tell of what sort is the love we offer toHim? Yet in this love, too which is natu

4、ral worship, we discover the same vibrational atmosphere that invades the soul of all lovers.I doubt we shall not get much nearer to the nature of love by mere talking. Intellectual statements are of little use. God does not make intellectual statements, He creates. We have to findour way about in t

5、he vast medley of created things that life spreads out around us, and pick up what bits of knowledge we can as we make our way along.Let me choose five images that will give an idea of what the awaking of this new life means.I. Shall we not say that the creature without love is like the lamp unlit?

6、There it is, and no one needs it. But touch it with flame, and it trembles and glows and becomes the centre of theroom where it stands. Everything that falls under its rays is negilt. So does the lover see all natural things quite new.II. Or take the image of the withering plant that is dying of dro

7、ught. The sun, s rays have parched it; the roots have searched and searched for moisturein a soil that grows every day harderand drier. The plant wilts and hangs its head; it is fainting and ready to die, when down comes the rain in a murmuring multitude of round scented drops, the purest thing aliv

8、e, a distilledessence, necessary to life. Under that baptism the plant lifts itself up; it drinks and rejoices. In the night it renews its strength; in the morning the heat it has had from the sun,reinforced by the rain, bursts out into coloured flowers. So I have known a man battered by hard life a

9、nd the excess of his own passions： I have seen love come to such a man and take him up andcleanse him and set him on his feet; and from him has burst forth a flood of colour and splendour-creative work that now lends its fiery stimulus to thousands.III. Another image might be of the harp that stands

10、 by itself in golden aloofness. Then come the beautiful arms, the curving fingers that pluck at the strings, and the air is filled withmelody; the harp begins to live, thrilling and rejoicing, down to its golden foot.IV. Or picture the unlighted house, empty at fall of night. The windows are dark; t

11、he door shut; the clean wind goes about and about it, and cannot find an entrance. The dull heavy air isfaint within; it longs to be reunited to the wind of the world outside. Then comes the woman with the key, and in she steps; the windows are opened, the imprisoned air rushes out, the windenters;

12、the lamps and the fire are lit; so that light fills windows and doors. The tables are set, there is the sound of footsteps; and more footsteps. The house glows and lives.One could please oneself by many more images; such as the white garment of feathers that the young swans put on in the spring： the

13、 young flowers opening out their cups to the Sun that fillsthem with his golden wine. All life is full of such images, because nature has ruled that love, energy, beauty, and joy are one.V. A last image only I would like to add because of the pleasure it has given me. On the north door of the Cathed

14、ral of Chartres there is a sculptured design, some six hundred years old, ofGod creating the birds. God is charming, quite young, not more than thirty-eight or so; He has a most sweet expression. Behind Him a little stands the Son, about seventeen, tall as He and verylike Him, but beardless. He has

15、the same sweetness of look, as though upon each countenance an ineffable smile were just dawning. The Father is holding something that time has broken in Hishand; most likely it is a bird. What a fortunate moment! What a fortunate thought! No wonder they both look pleased. Never have the birds disap

16、pointed Him as have we, His ruder children. Everyspring since then these small creatures praise Him, head turned skywards, for the joy of the beloved, for the secret nest.Imagining and pondering, one is apt to grow a little wise; now perhaps we may say that love is a radiant atmosphere of the soul,

17、a celestial energy, a fluid force.This force, this energy is set running in the wide kingdom that is within us by some Spirit touch. A soft tumult takes place in the life within; waves on waves of joy, desire, grief, ecstasybegin to run, making a trembling music that often causes the whole body to shake and tremble too.I am in love with love; I do adore