叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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叶芝的诗  "Easter,1916"。

; j( X9 B) k6 Z8 w. ~8 W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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9 H+ c3 ~  G* [3 n& ?2 t/ O* A/ hEaster, 1916
   
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) e/ M) Z. T8 l2 W7 iI have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
2 Y) `; {; w+ z3 U$ S8 @/ v# _+ MFrom counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
9 o, t1 e9 k. n8 k1 v: e) bOr polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
7 S& h: e7 B/ e6 B( T4 Q1 q6 TPolite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
2 \5 N; I& p* H3 V8 p6 `Of a mocking tale or a gibe
7 u! d5 O1 O5 [# @$ t4 |To please a companion
% e1 K6 ^3 }  [4 _/ p3 B" b/ OAround the fire at the club,
1 E) w1 C( s! |$ w& x1 JBeing certain that they and I
6 a  t7 L& y* N5 IBut lived where motley is worn:
+ W/ x" O( Z- G: X* DAll changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

* }6 O2 \3 a8 B7 I% w7 {+ s8 RThat woman's days were spent
, @6 ^! C% e1 K# H* SIn ignorant good-will,
8 F+ }" p& I' z$ HHer nights in argument
: s  K! L' I8 c/ c: d! A8 IUntil her voice grew shrill.
What voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
8 g2 d+ U4 c3 C5 a; b5 ]( r! i- [She rode to harriers?
2 i' ]9 k& z% t: fThis man had kept a school
& ?6 G7 o) c2 g! \) zAnd rode our winged horse;
4 z, |. b9 ]5 N. H; C6 t* u2 yThis other his helper and friend
4 a; Y0 B9 f; o( V* C# f1 N. RWas coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
- R1 |$ g9 S! x$ m0 G* W9 ]This other man I had dreamed
1 N* H  }' }" ~* PA drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
0 G; u* {8 @" u2 B/ mTo some who are near my heart,
9 a$ E: B' j6 u) t8 r8 ?Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
7 i/ `2 U$ q9 u( B! \% yHe, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

+ I  W' F; z0 a/ q) [0 }Hearts with one purpose alone
- R1 Q* ?+ e$ J- {$ i$ wThrough summer and winter seem
$ U: ^' b# e) m, K- o* J! |; EEnchanted to a stone
# _$ T$ x) t  L; K) gTo trouble the living stream.
) `% |- ^) K+ [6 S' |The horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
" ]/ t$ F0 y$ [/ b+ z; p7 BFrom cloud to tumbling cloud,
6 {/ b" s* R) z1 L3 wMinute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
! e+ c9 [$ Y7 @Changes minute by minute;
4 ^' B" Y& g/ ?5 c3 MA horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
6 U) e+ y1 C9 Q9 N( @8 B* XMinute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.

. D3 i5 R  _, R$ m0 M7 F; K. F  oToo long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
' J7 z+ I9 X' `  hO when may it suffice?
, p3 O" Z  e- e, R' TThat is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
4 Y0 ^6 D6 T9 U' RWas it needless death after all?
& C, y3 a( Q, j$ _4 {5 lFor England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
; q0 Y4 G4 g$ S9 P2 G0 FAnd what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
5 S3 V7 q6 g% O" eI write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and pearse
, l; u# b& V) T. LNow and in time to be,
2 N4 S2 Y3 R" i- iWherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
, ~$ K4 \0 b" nA terrible beauty is born.

imwangqi

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。