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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)。
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/ @- L1 K& _% b% {Easter, 1916
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I have met them at close of day4 x0 |. J2 Z& u6 K6 z. c
Coming with vivid faces
6 ]4 X/ j) k. R8 Q2 @3 ]From counter or desk among grey
7 h2 R/ r" r( x6 d! H% M6 iEighteenth-century houses.
6 p' a" s/ V4 WI have passed with a nod of the head
* g/ J0 I8 T" n- uOr polite meaningless words,
" S. K. @5 P |5 `2 EOr have lingered awhile and said0 P, J$ j( A7 c
Polite meaningless words,; [( l1 w% F o, T/ _, ~) z
And thought before I had done
# O" z/ w$ H% G9 I: c6 ?Of a mocking tale or a gibe
# R ?* i3 e( B' c! ZTo please a companion% x1 h3 y+ `6 [7 Q8 d/ E5 [1 |
Around the fire at the club,- G9 B( ~8 S3 _' ]- n$ c# A
Being certain that they and I
: ]7 f/ R; }# Z4 S5 tBut lived where motley is worn:9 T( I1 X2 z1 q2 d+ S
All changed, changed utterly:
8 |: ?' j8 ^7 D' ^6 C: t% D, PA terrible beauty is born.) R, W; v* a( [. f2 ?( l7 {) U
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That woman's days were spent) V2 K" A' |$ j+ n0 f1 t
In ignorant good-will,
: h: l- Z' x# I( c$ `Her nights in argument4 p* w; I8 V& X/ P
Until her voice grew shrill.
# f* y( h: m9 \What voice more sweet than hers
- l) Z S$ `* a/ V% PWhen, young and beautiful,. W& t9 A& M- o m1 o) I
She rode to harriers?
6 R8 ^# @5 p/ S/ {: cThis man had kept a school! y9 i1 D$ D% j9 z
And rode our winged horse;4 S+ o4 w- T& |( P# O( K$ t- R2 y
This other his helper and friend" v# l0 q4 B" [2 Q$ B
Was coming into his force; H7 z- S+ T3 ^2 \2 Y9 R4 n
He might have won fame in the end,
L% F7 e; k8 O. @ I pSo sensitive his nature seemed,) k5 h- B2 a9 X% T
So daring and sweet his thought.9 N7 Z. W/ `: S9 m( D4 G1 N
This other man I had dreamed) K2 c2 a7 T% q$ M( @3 j6 s
A drunken, vainglorious lout.. S+ j6 R% d3 r, f" U2 c* W+ L% F
He had done most bitter wrong
* x" E4 I3 w" b N8 ^5 M3 @1 _$ gTo some who are near my heart,
- n( u& d# j0 ZYet I number him in the song;8 G/ Y8 x7 e2 Y9 i) m. k
He, too, has resigned his part
% O+ C" D" H: m3 D6 c1 R# J* EIn the casual comedy;
# y8 d. c1 G) v( l- R) r1 Y: ZHe, too, has been changed in his turn,
3 y2 ]/ p3 u6 K) y" m8 rTransformed utterly:" E" a9 M5 j; ]; Y( x8 f
A terrible beauty is born./ n4 Y1 J+ T; f
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Hearts with one purpose alone
5 s2 j* n' H( c% L( ^, zThrough summer and winter seem4 z. s1 D6 }4 @9 M
Enchanted to a stone4 W0 e$ i( b8 z1 d) A- W
To trouble the living stream.$ @8 B0 N) L" U2 L
The horse that comes from the road.
+ s( k, h6 o1 U* fThe rider, the birds that range) z3 N* x4 O" p* {4 ?
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
. C4 H/ @( v$ k3 z! ~# G, TMinute by minute they change;
: u+ q/ l! T* g' q6 ?: pA shadow of cloud on the stream+ Q, q9 E& K& S5 w" A3 @. ]
Changes minute by minute;
6 V! s, W4 L+ t5 Q2 s8 E2 s; u/ Q6 bA horse-hoof slides on the brim,
* o" [3 K' j% Q& R% ^- UAnd a horse plashes within it;3 q2 h# ?, y( @: S
The long-legged moor-hens dive,6 n2 w2 J3 I' _8 p$ _! ?% b
And hens to moor-cocks call;6 R8 `" D% z/ _9 g7 y
Minute by minute they live:7 N# n$ @1 ?" M5 v& _7 B; v( u- {
The stone's in the midst of all.
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Too long a sacrifice
% ^# w% n7 G2 OCan make a stone of the heart.
* k7 C) j9 x, mO when may it suffice?
R+ p, C$ [, U& t2 ]0 vThat is Heaven's part, our part
# T) e' A8 e! ?/ ]* Q- r& e( CTo murmur name upon name,, M8 M% y: e9 k% r: \
As a mother names her child& r; ^% d1 ?" c" M) r- y
When sleep at last has come2 ] T; @8 v, i( T
On limbs that had run wild.$ J6 I' [: E% L& R" B B5 R* x
What is it but nightfall?' U( J3 S; _" T/ x! E' Z
No, no, not night but death;
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For England may keep faith
4 [* C* n( C6 |) ^For all that is done and said.) k! R. H7 u& E8 W9 O: G& [; V2 t
We know their dream; enough
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8 j6 [% s* z7 A' SAnd what if excess of love: N8 s, F+ _# V, x8 U# f
Bewildered them till they died?
" Y6 S. M, ^' a9 x) y( bI write it out in a verse -
2 B4 b5 k* B8 A% a. tMacDonagh and MacBride
* E& I2 E5 ~4 t' B) _& rAnd Connolly and pearse
* l! G8 I0 r2 e7 Q; x, U" XNow and in time to be,
: z$ w% X$ U, \Wherever green is worn,
_. ^6 l6 }* e( t; l5 s0 B& tAre changed, changed utterly:. y7 \: |& w; Z; A9 p
A terrible beauty is born. |
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