【叶芝,W. B.】(William Butler Yeats1865~1939)爱尔兰诗人和剧作家
遥远的、秘密的、不可侵犯的玫瑰呵,
你在我关键的时刻拥抱我吧;那儿,
这些在圣墓中或者在酒车中,
寻找你的人,在挫败的梦的骚动
和混乱之外生活着:深深地
在苍白的眼睑中,睡意慵懒而沉重,
人们称之为美。你巨大的叶子覆盖
古人的胡须,光荣的三圣人献来的
红宝石和金子,那个亲眼看到
钉穿了的手和接骨木十字架的皇帝
在德鲁德的幻想中站起,使火炬黯淡,
最后从疯狂中醒来,死去;还有他,他曾遇见
范德在燃烧的露水中走向远方,
走在风中从来吹不到的灰色海岸上,
他在一吻之下丢掉了爱玛和天下;
还有他,他曾把神祗从要塞里驱赶出来,
最后一百个早晨开花,姹紫嫣红,
他饱赏美景,又痛哭着埋他死去的人的坟;
那个骄傲的、做着梦的皇帝,把王冠
和悲伤抛开,把森林中那些酒渍斑斑的
流浪者中间的诗人和小丑叫来,
他曾卖了耕田、房屋和日用品,
多少年来,他在岸上和岛上找寻,
最后他终于找到了,又是哭又是笑,
一个光彩如此夺目的女娃,
午夜,人们用一绺头发把稻谷打——
一小绺偷来的头发。我也等待着
飓风般的热爱与痛恨的时刻。
什么时候,星星在天空中被吹得四散,
象铁匠店里冒出的火星,然后暗淡,
显然你的时刻已经到来,你的飙风猛刮
遥远的、最秘密的、无可侵犯的玫瑰花?
FAR off, most secret, and inviolate Rose, | |
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those | |
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre, | |
Or in the wine vat, dwell beyond the stir | |
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep | |
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep | |
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold | |
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold | |
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes | |
Saw the Pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise | |
In druid vapour and make the torches dim; | |
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him | |
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew | |
By a gray shore where the wind never blew, | |
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss; | |
And him who drove the gods out of their liss, | |
And till a hundred morns had flowered red, | |
Feasted and wept the barrows of his dead; | |
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown | |
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown | |
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods; | |
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods, | |
And sought through lands and islands numberless years, | |
Until he found with laughter and with tears, | |
A woman, of so shining loveliness, | |
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress, | |
A little stolen tress. I, too, await | |
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate. | |
When shall the stars be blown about the sky, | |
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die? | |
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows, | |
Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose? | |