叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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叶芝的诗  "Easter,1916"。

/ x+ P, p9 }" {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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Easter, 1916
   
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! ^+ N) n" u6 W) h. K5 ]) AI have met them at close of day
/ k# X9 Q' w/ ]7 J9 k2 y/ |3 aComing with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
6 ]; W9 K' }, I9 d- XEighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
; d. F$ u2 b! ]And thought before I had done
. d" m: e% }2 f1 B. o' ?Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
: h6 V* h1 M+ s3 V( oAround the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
! H/ a+ y3 `0 w; @0 qBut lived where motley is worn:
6 A3 i8 x( ?$ k1 b4 I. w0 NAll changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

2 ]9 b) z" Y4 R& R8 oThat woman's days were spent
# P0 U8 Q" Z) \0 e' {In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
3 b2 N8 _5 [: o, i. h4 A$ TThis man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
+ C* h& q7 p$ ZThis other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
4 G( V# y! Y' \He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
9 ?* [) [3 t* k5 y" W  dSo daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
+ A, W. V/ X0 B; w7 G6 Z  @: CA drunken, vainglorious lout.
; u6 {5 `# f. w5 I9 \He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
* b* P1 f& `5 Q0 r' \2 P% L# S4 K0 rIn the casual comedy;
5 z+ D1 ~# ^, k3 l* SHe, too, has been changed in his turn,
$ V! Q! a/ o! B, S! OTransformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
6 U$ z" E1 q4 X7 S$ kThrough summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road.
6 \3 Z' I4 W, H9 P1 G& {The rider, the birds that range
! h. a6 U& F; DFrom cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
3 ?1 @+ L4 l" t, z, LChanges minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
$ N& K' w) N$ m2 I) _$ ~; {The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
9 w8 n4 X9 E% I! o7 y# _$ u( rMinute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
6 |/ J* H9 P6 C' eThat is Heaven's part, our part
& @: e! `" Y/ |+ j, \( c7 hTo murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
7 u) m" V# m  X. k1 [What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
5 U- F1 O  N4 ^  z% ]To know they dreamed and are dead;
And 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,
, ?. ~) ^$ P8 o8 BWherever green is worn,
+ \% _! g& M* ]/ q& IAre changed, changed utterly:
5 }" J1 |$ X. t) c8 n* S  d+ OA terrible beauty is born.

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。