叶芝的诗：《Easter,1916》

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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）。

Easter, 1916
   

! Q) _2 U2 V% T; R# G3 T3 ?- ZI have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
! S" Y) O% W& n# O) p: QEighteenth-century houses.
  W; v3 R+ @; ~I have passed with a nod of the head
5 y, s4 V! i- N) M+ u7 UOr polite meaningless words,
4 ^9 y8 ]3 C, w- D% d1 ?4 v% p* W3 jOr have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
, Y! Z$ j8 ~* T3 \  p4 B% j4 _And thought before I had done
* G) |: T5 m: n& L6 I! TOf a mocking tale or a gibe
1 ?4 {: x" f' A" }  h) f! n* YTo please a companion
9 H$ P$ H" ^8 ?- IAround the fire at the club,
# S$ v. {) w+ L4 ]' g' \4 RBeing certain that they and I
! F3 Q+ K) Y& lBut lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
- B7 O) d5 M. n/ T! W) b3 eA terrible beauty is born.
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5 r1 B! \7 T3 q1 ?* \That woman's days were spent
In ignorant good-will,
Her nights in argument
Until her voice grew shrill.
3 l% @; n0 Q5 l) |' r3 ^What voice more sweet than hers
: F$ h( G9 w  n4 p" [/ @8 L( fWhen, young and beautiful,
She rode to harriers?
/ _! ^! i, R& V  }This man had kept a school
  \! W/ l/ n9 g+ X: w: `And rode our winged horse;
0 t/ w& K! K; j; c" QThis other his helper and friend
1 N$ b2 p7 o6 s0 ^# m, ZWas coming into his force;
5 |+ c: u4 W* y1 [  DHe might have won fame in the end,
6 x& ^* S9 k- E' zSo sensitive his nature seemed,
( W; I8 j5 _& Y% ^7 p( k- _So daring and sweet his thought.
This other man I had dreamed
* t) _! X0 O2 E7 @8 SA drunken, vainglorious lout.
1 ^, s) M0 ^4 lHe had done most bitter wrong
2 L* W  I( i0 O+ X; ~To some who are near my heart,
  w" W9 C# V$ h, U7 I0 {; P( [7 gYet I number him in the song;
He, too, has resigned his part
. J+ m6 s8 M. k" V) O, N0 ?In the casual comedy;
He, too, has been changed in his turn,
Transformed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
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Hearts with one purpose alone
9 n/ W" o% T. D! d& QThrough 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
* m% N3 F. O: _: ]From cloud to tumbling cloud,
# ^" R5 f( \8 m2 iMinute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream
Changes minute by minute;
" L( z8 R: ?1 e6 m% [% p8 W5 q& gA horse-hoof slides on the brim,
/ R4 T* i* \0 p  j5 s# t& F, }And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
- v0 i/ ^5 X  j  P% _And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.
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# E% [+ Z+ _! [6 }Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
" C( y# R; `+ D8 {, b+ WO when may it suffice?
3 z2 Q2 q( z8 q* c) c+ t& }) @That is Heaven's part, our part
# E# [) p2 h( @To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
7 t, l. I( R* t5 ]3 p! l! mOn limbs that had run wild.
( s" g5 D8 d, S8 L# WWhat is it but nightfall?
" N. u2 V7 Y9 Y' _% ]1 h4 y; HNo, no, not night but death;
% J# N8 T* K) U, K; EWas it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
+ y# r1 J  Q. r+ S- M; x- J- VWe know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
3 P- j# z; r( Z  S9 YAnd what if excess of love
" P2 J. ~' o" S: I0 N2 E% lBewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
; ?4 B7 m3 l  Y3 g" zMacDonagh and MacBride
/ Z" ~* [/ H: t* o  ^& S  oAnd Connolly and pearse
- }' p1 \; Y% W2 ?  K7 ANow and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
% O2 s: l3 I% N# [: H% }" N5 H& tAre changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

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samsammi

。。好悲的诗。。。