the world i live in-海倫·凱勒自傳(英文版)

第7部分 (第5/7頁)

　of　a　fragment　of　the　Mind　that　created　all

worlds。

There　is　a　consonance　of　all　things；　a　blending　of　all　that　we　know

about　the　material　world　and　the　spiritual。　It　consists　for　me　of　all

the　impressions；　vibrations；　heat；　cold；　taste；　smell；　and　the

sensations　which　these　convey　to　the　mind；　infinitely　bined；

interwoven　with　associated　ideas　and　acquired　knowledge。　No　thoughtful

person　will　believe　that　what　I　said　about　the　meaning　of　footsteps　is

strictly　true　of　mere　jolts　and　jars。　It　is　an　array　of　the　spiritual　in

certain　natural　elements；　tactual　beats；　and　an　acquired　knowledge　of

physical　habits　and　moral　traits　of　highly　organized　human　beings。　What

would　odours　signify　if　they　were　not　associated　with　the　time　of　the

year；　the　place　I　live　in；　and　the　people　I　know？

The　result　of　such　a　blending　is　sometimes　a　discordant　trying　of

strings　far　removed　from　a　melody；　very　far　from　a　symphony。　（For　the

benefit　of　those　who　must　be　reassured；　I　will　say　that　I　have　felt　a

musician　tuning　his　violin；　that　I　have　read　about　a　symphony；　and　so

have　a　fair　intellectual　perception　of　my　metaphor。）　But　with　training

and　experience　the　faculties　gather　up　the　stray　notes　and　bine　them

into　a　full；　harmonious　whole。　If　the　person　who　acplishes　this　task

is　peculiarly　gifted；　we　call　him　a　poet。　The　blind　and　the　deaf　are　not

great　poets；　it　is　true。　Yet　now　and　again　you　find　one　deaf　and　blind

who　has　attained　to　his　royal　kingdom　of　beauty。

I　have　a　little　volume　of　poems　by　a　deaf…blind　lady；　Madame　Bertha

Galeron。　Her　poetry　has　versatility　of　thought。　Now　it　is　tender　and

sweet；　now　full　of