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我有爱尔兰诗人W.B.yeats的几首诗,
　　The Folly Being Comforted
　　One that is ever kind said yesterday:
　　"You well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
　　And little shadows come about her eyes;
　　Time can but make it easier to be wise
　　Though now it seems impossible,and so
　　All that you need is patience."
　　Heart cries,"No,
　　I have not a crump of comfort,not a grain.
　　Time can but make her beauty over again:
　　Because of that great nobleness of hers.
　　The fire that stirs about her,when she stirs,
　　Burns but more clearly.O she had not these ways
　　When all the wild summer was in her gaze."
　　O heart!O heart!if she'd but turn her head,
　　you'd know the folly of being comfored.
　　徒劳的安慰
　　一位永远友善的朋友说:
　　"你所爱的人已经长出白发,
　　她的眼睛里也浮现了阴影;
　　尽管现在看来尚无可能
　　可是时光却容易使人明智,
　　你所需要的只是耐心."
　　心在喊:"不,
　　我没有一点宽慰,-没有一丝一毫.
　　时光只能让她的美丽重现:
　　因为她那无比的高贵.
　　每当她动弹,她身上的那团火焰
　　只会更加明丽的燃烧.哦,当所有的绚丽的夏日
　　在她目中之时,她还没有这些美丽呢."
　　哦,心那!哦,心那!只要她回头一望,
　　你就知道这安慰的徒劳.
　　The Wild Swans At Coole
　　The trees are in their autumn beauty,
　　the woodland oaths are dry,
　　under the october twilight the water
　　mirrors a still sky;
　　Upon the brimming water among the stones
　　Are nine-and-fifty swans.
　　The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
　　Since i first made my count:
　　i saw ,before i had well finished,
　　All suddenly mount
　　And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
　　upon their clamorous wings.
　　i have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
　　And now my heart is sore.
　　All's changed since I,hearing at twilight,
　　The first time on their shore,
　　The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
　　trod with a lighter tread.
　　Unwearied still,lover by lover,
　　They paddle in the cold
　　Companionable streams or climb the air;
　　Their hearts have not grown old;
　　passion or conquest,wander where they will,
　　Attend upon them still.
　　but now they drift on the still water,
　　mysterious,beautiful;
　　Among waht rushes will they build,
　　by what lake's edge or pool
　　delight men's eyes when I waake some day
　　to find they have flown away?
　　dry:it is a metaphor,implying taht his poetical passion is drying out.
　　still:calm,implying that the poet is no longer passionate.
　　rings:circles.
　　trod...terad:it refers to the way the poet walked when he was younger.
　　they paddle...still; it implies that the poet's heart is growing old.
　　水中的野天鹅
　　树木显示出它们秋天的美丽,
　　林间的道路干枯,
　　在十月的暮霭里
　　水面映照着宁静的天空;
　　在石头之间,在盈盈的水面,
　　有五十九只天鹅.
　　19年前,
　　我第一次数它们:
　　在我刚要数完的时候,我看见
　　它们突然都飞起来
　　在空中形成一个巨大的,不完整的圆圈盘旋
　　它们的翅膀发出喧哗声.
　　看了那些光辉的生灵,
　　现在我的心里有些发酸.
　　当年我轻快地走到这里
　　第一次来到这岸边,在黄昏时分,
　　听到头顶上方它们翅膀的拍打声,
　　现在,一切都变了.
　　一对对的恋人仍然毫不疲倦地
　　相依在冰冷而又和缓的
　　溪流中散布,或者飞向天空;
　　它们的心依然年轻;
　　不论走到哪里,激情和征服
　　总是伴随着它们.
　　现在,它们在这安静的水中游弋,
　　神秘而又美丽;
　　可是,如果我哪一天醒来,发现它们已经不在,
　　它们会到哪个湖畔或者塘边
　　在什么样的灯芯草丛中筑巢
　　来愉悦人们的眼睛呢?
　　你很喜欢红楼么?“林の黛黛”,好玩~
　　有机会交流下.