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）。

Easter, 1916
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I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
$ t/ B$ i- Z: c' P. ^4 C6 IEighteenth-century houses.
' t1 A$ n" [" y" m2 |I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
. E0 ^5 t3 h: Q0 FAnd thought before I had done
8 _9 w( ]  _' ^9 ROf a mocking tale or a gibe
6 @( w8 D* S! \, U7 cTo please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
% D/ l8 o2 Q- E2 x  Y, w0 _A terrible beauty is born.
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) [- n5 w5 |- E, x. t; ]/ G5 u. yThat woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
' O  N" `2 U/ E0 nWhat voice more sweet than hers
' |8 U9 ^) ?7 e! iWhen, young and beautiful,
! H! d, @! z9 Z0 c1 |She rode to harriers?
) T1 m8 _) l  s1 ?" M. o4 |4 W' Y# rThis man had kept a school
And rode our winged horse;
7 j; u: O% V" h9 L$ ~% U2 Z. P4 pThis other his helper and friend
8 [  h& n6 J+ o5 w' rWas coming into his force;
He might have won fame in the end,
So sensitive his nature seemed,
( z1 Z3 N- N1 ~: \* c9 X: eSo daring and sweet his thought.
" d1 m1 a2 S% s0 S- ]1 `This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
5 ]; _1 J* l8 m0 K. JHe had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
, i, ], I5 s  Y% d: s* Y, v7 d8 wYet I number him in the song;
( E+ @+ P/ e. u; ^2 ~, lHe, too, has resigned his part
In the casual comedy;
3 ~; P7 F  N& r2 I( Y% y" SHe, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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+ T% W# J& j: j: ^Hearts with one purpose alone
1 T) \  J' m$ k7 H- o8 CThrough summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
9 n' ?% d2 \. f: K7 m- nThe horse that comes from the road.
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
' _" s4 y/ F( j' `6 K) iMinute by minute they change;
2 H. Y4 _& {/ a. B# J% TA shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
' ^) q" d; a1 RA horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
" z+ Z( r; D* M) {The stone's in the midst of all.

: d2 w7 g4 z# V4 LToo long a sacrifice
# O7 _$ w. I# rCan make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
2 ^2 M0 F2 n4 }When sleep at last has come
' y" \$ N: ^" a. b% j2 LOn 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
For all that is done and said.
1 w6 E; q1 C" a# e* p9 OWe know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
7 x# T0 r9 ~8 g/ G* n; F2 gBewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
9 B. C: G' u9 B4 p) D% BAnd Connolly and pearse
$ e0 Z& Y; o: hNow and in time to be,
' X5 R6 O3 g$ _* }, `+ W. [6 @Wherever green is worn,
+ R$ N% l; M  y; S3 NAre changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

imwangqi

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。