叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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叶芝的诗  "Easter,1916"。

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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8 y# E1 D1 w2 q3 z+ \- Y8 pI have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
- t4 }+ X0 W2 ~% ?+ h3 YOr polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
; g: H. r4 @# T  C$ xPolite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
$ d3 k3 C( H* f$ w4 gAll changed, changed utterly:
( N! S+ }: M; o) U0 O. ]  `A terrible beauty is born.

That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
0 l5 B0 Q- E3 e) u! pWhat voice more sweet than hers
When, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
2 o, ~' w7 E( j6 NThis man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
This other his helper and friend
Was coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
So daring and sweet his thought.
) z4 Q) l/ ~* [, ]2 {This other man I had dreamed
/ m; W5 s* B9 M6 h& lA drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
$ \2 H. _) {' E5 DTo some who are near my heart,
Yet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
9 k) u4 h* `$ c! }+ Q2 x6 {In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

Hearts with one purpose alone
Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
% q' n6 z8 w# T) e# F  `Minute by minute they change;
; V8 w4 ^' }9 z5 VA shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
" S9 T6 t, O( o+ Z" iA horse-hoof slides on the brim,
9 M  a6 s- z: }0 f% f, RAnd a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.
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# \& S' B- b- Q/ m  @; X1 `Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
" r' R4 N# y4 b% D, P+ O$ v/ gO when may it suffice?
; i! Q# [: V4 A3 [7 T- ZThat is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
  l# d6 u( s* Z/ [* {As a mother names her child
, X: Y" L' L0 y# H* w. L; aWhen sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
) p% O$ ]" i5 V( P3 q* i& L$ k, ^! MWhat is it but nightfall?
& r/ P5 D0 I: x7 L) J/ z( D; HNo, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
) v# J( Y  l( S' P# \We know their dream; enough
6 S% d* Q- E, q5 JTo know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
* A% l  k5 M& Q4 a5 N$ YI write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
  U; a) r! s( M( l4 G2 V/ ZAnd Connolly and pearse
Now and in time to be,
& n4 @* C) @8 {# @# N/ wWherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
  v' T) R1 P6 ~% ?( dA terrible beauty is born.

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。