叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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叶芝的诗  "Easter,1916"。
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坦白的说, 这首诗相对较长，据说叶芝在写作时精神处于困扰和迷茫的状态，起义领导者之一是其爱慕对象的丈夫，而他像一个通常温和的人那样既惋惜逝去的鲜活生命，又对暴力对其理想中和谐境界的破坏感到恐惧。诗中传达出一种不安、痛惜与怅惘。全诗抄录于下，有兴趣的读者可以仔细读两遍（不过这诗真的很赞，还是认真读读吧）。

Easter, 1916
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* g3 I1 B: [8 S2 X- b4 m4 g& U; xI have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
. ]6 S- Q, @2 M7 Y7 B$ m+ X$ c! MFrom counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
, W  l' j5 F$ }Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
* X* N& ]* b- M; i, W) Y7 v5 rAnd thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
( G5 x- o1 j% R# F  cAround the fire at the club,
4 L" ?) @7 D( n+ QBeing certain that they and I
% [2 D$ _% P: b4 KBut lived where motley is worn:
4 R; @+ R- B/ o- B, ^8 ]All changed, changed utterly:
/ }- {5 V& u, w+ y9 sA terrible beauty is born.
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That woman's days were spent
/ i& A" [5 ]3 V8 }5 dIn ignorant good-will,
# p/ v0 O3 U$ c8 ~2 H/ i+ e9 AHer nights in argument
8 E7 r2 y; e, SUntil her voice grew shrill.
$ W1 d; k; `( [0 }2 OWhat voice more sweet than hers
. K6 o$ Q3 m, P& p% V3 HWhen, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
0 F/ m8 D5 }9 `7 u9 F) i6 KThis man had kept a school
) R! ?3 a; n7 p4 N0 A, IAnd rode our winged horse;
, I4 C/ u& k$ w# p5 YThis other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
* C* R) v; b7 x+ _9 J0 iSo daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
: {2 k6 O# e0 q6 {* BHe, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
+ y* u6 q! S% e1 q/ n" n$ `He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
( y1 t( f) q" P6 tA terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
: B% |3 K3 ]2 w. h9 gEnchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
+ b3 k+ z1 _0 WThe horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
4 O# i, ~7 U9 j7 nMinute by minute they change;
- ]5 k+ I* W4 X: r' p3 wA shadow of cloud on the stream
& [  ]" _! ^9 d4 n* r  E4 nChanges minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
- g8 @4 t6 \6 @& U0 }  ?  ?The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
2 q  l1 P$ K5 n6 S. ?The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
: T0 ?# `+ G# Y5 i& a: p; SO when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
+ ^) M' {' O* _& e; S9 s% `As a mother names her child
& V! d9 {* x$ Y. w) I, UWhen sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
3 I: p% w6 b' OFor all that is done and said.
* b" t* \8 W5 f4 AWe know their dream; enough
7 j# }9 v2 I. [" }7 t# K$ ^To know they dreamed and are dead;
# x% w1 G2 }; L* {/ q" I9 |/ TAnd what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

imwangqi

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。