标题: 试译Yeats: Sailing to Byzantium [打印本页] 作者: 萼别 时间: 2007-8-4 13:08 标题: 试译Yeats: Sailing to Byzantium Sailing to Byzantium
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that is no country for old men. The young
in one another’s arms, birds in the trees,
those dying generations- at their song,
the salmon- falls, the mackerel –crowded seas,
fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
whatever is begotten , born , and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
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an aged man is but a paltry thing,
a tracttered coat upon a stick, unless
for every tatter in its moral dress,
nor is there singing school but studing
monuments of its own magnificence;
and therefore I have sailed the seas and come
to the holy city of Byzantium.
3
o sages standing in God’s holy fire
as in the gold mosaic of a wall,
come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
and be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
4
once out of nature I shall never take
my bodily form from any natural thing,
but such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
of hammered gold and gold enamelling
to keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
or set upon a golden bough to sing
to lords and ladies of Byzantium
of what is past , or passing, or to come.