英文詩歌賞析：Episode

　　Episode

　　by Irving Feldman

　　Their quarrel sent them reeling from the house.

　　Anything， just get on the road and get away.

　　Driven out， they drove. . . miles into countryside，

　　confined and bickering， then cold， polite;

　　she read a book， or looked out at hillside pastures;

　　once， faraway life came close， and they stopped

　　in mist for muddy， slow cows at a crossing，

　　then， tilted， shuddering， a tractor came across;

　　coldly silent other hours of trees after trees

　　interspersed with straggling villages——then hot;

　　her voice pulsing， tempestuous， against the dash，

　　buffeted， blew up; the slammed her hand down， hard.

　　"You let it happen——you know you did.

　　And you make me the bad one——all the time!

　　I won't stand for it another second." And then，

　　irrationally， "Look at me， I'm talking to you!"