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發帖人 主題標題: | The Coming of Wisdom with 回覆數: 3 點數: 1156 | 第 1 樓 |
時間:2005-05-08 01:06 | ||
The Coming of Wisdom with 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl 1 William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) The Coming of Wisdom with Time Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth. [(from The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910) W. B. Yeats: The Poems rev. ed. Finneran] Copyright (c) Anne Yeats 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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回覆: | THREE SONGS TO THE ONE B. | 第 2 樓 |
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THREE SONGS TO THE ONE B. 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl 1 THREE SONGS TO THE ONE BURDEN THE Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And think it is no shame. The common breeds the common, A lout begets a lout, So when I take on half a score I knock their heads about. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} All Mannions come from Manannan, Though rich on every shore He never lay behind four walls He had such character, Nor ever made an iron red Nor soldered pot or pan; His roaring and his ranting Best please a wandering man. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} Could Crazy Jane put off old age And ranting time renew, Could that old god rise up again We'd drink a can or two, And out and lay our leadership On country and on town, Throw likely couples into bed And knock the others down. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} II My name is Henry Middleton, I have a small demesne, A small forgotten house that's set On a storm-bitten green. I scrub its floors and make my bed, I cook and change my plate, The post and garden-boy alone Have keys to my old gate. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} Though I have locked my gate on them, I pity all the young, I know what devil's trade they learn From those they live among, Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day, Their robbery by night; The wisdom of the people's gone, How can the young go straight? i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} When every Sunday afternoon On the Green Lands I walk And wear a coat in fashion. Memories of the talk Of henwives and of queer old men Brace me and make me strong; There's not a pilot on the perch Knows I have lived so long. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} III Come gather round me, players all: Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen, Those from the pit and gallery Or from the painted scene That fought in the Post Office Or round the City Hall, praise every man that came again, Praise every man that fell. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} Who was the first man shot that day? The player Connolly, Close to the City Hall he died; Carriage and voice had he; He lacked those years that go with skill, But later might have been A famous, a brilliant figure Before the painted scene. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} Some had no thought of victory But had gone out to die That Ireland's mind be greater, Her heart mount up on high; And yet who knows what's yet to come? For Patrick Pearse had said That in every generation Must Ireland's blood be shed. i{From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.} 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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回覆: | TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROO. | 第 3 樓 |
時間:2005-05-08 01:06 | ||
TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROO. 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME i{Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!} i{Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:} i{Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;} i{The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,} i{Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;} i{And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old} i{In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,} i{Sing in their high and lonely melody.} i{Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,} i{I find under the boughs of love and hate,} i{In all poor foolish things that live a day,} i{Eternal beauty wandering on her way.} i{Come near, come near, come near -- Ah, leave me still} i{A little space for the rose-breath to fill!} i{Lest I no more bear common things that crave;} i{The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,} i{The field-mouse running by me in the grass,} i{And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;} i{But seek alone to hear the strange things said} i{By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,} i{And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.} i{Come near; I would, before my time to go,} i{Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:} i{Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.} 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:06 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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VACILLATION ----I |
第 4 樓 |
時間:2005-05-08 01:07 | ||
VACILLATION ----I 摘自 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:07 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl VACILLATION I BETWEEN extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies Of day and night; The body calls it death, The heart remorse. But if these be right What is joy? II A tree there is that from its topmost bough Is half all glittering flame and half all green Abounding foliage moistened with the dew; And half is half and yet is all the scene; And half and half consume what they renew, And he that Attis' image hangs between That staring fury and the blind lush leaf May know not what he knows, but knows not grief III Get all the gold and silver that you can, Satisfy ambition, animate The trivial days and ram them with the sun, And yet upon these maxims meditate: All women dote upon an idle man Although their children need a rich estate; No man has ever lived that had enough Of children's gratitude or woman's love. No longer in Lethean foliage caught Begin the preparation for your death And from the fortieth winter by that thought Test every work of intellect or faith, And everything that your own hands have wrought And call those works extravagance of breath That are not suited for such men as come proud, open-eyed and laughing to the tomb. IV My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless. V Although the summer Sunlight gild Cloudy leafage of the sky, Or wintry moonlight sink the field In storm-scattered intricacy, I cannot look thereon, Responsibility so weighs me down. Things said or done long years ago, Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled. VI A rivery field spread out below, An odour of the new-mown hay In his nostrils, the great lord of Chou Cried, casting off the mountain snow, 'Let all things pass away.' Wheels by milk-white asses drawn Where Babylon or Nineveh Rose; some conquer drew rein And cried to battle-weary men, 'Let all things pass away.' From man's blood-sodden heart are sprung Those branches of the night and day Where the gaudy moon is hung. What's the meaning of all song? 'Let all things pass away.' VII i{The Soul}. Seek out reality, leave things that seem. i{The Heart.} What, be a singer born and lack a theme? i{The Soul.} Isaiah's coal, what more can man desire? i{The Heart.} Struck dumb in the simplicity of fire! i{The Soul.} Look on that fire, salvation walks within. i{The Heart.} What theme had Homer but original sin? VIII Must we part, Von Hugel, though much alike, for we Accept the miracles of the saints and honour sanctity? The body of Saint Teresa lies undecayed in tomb, Bathed in miraculous oil, sweet odours from it come, Healing from its lettered slab. Those self-same hands perchance Eternalised the body of a modern saint that once Had scooped out pharaoh's mummy. I -- though heart might find relief Did I become a Christian man and choose for my belief What seems most welcome in the tomb -- play a predestined part. Homer is my example and his unchristened heart. The lion and the honeycomb, what has Scripture said? So get you gone, Von Hugel, though with blessings on your head. 天下文壇 天下文壇 畢泠 2005-05-08 01:07 http://yuhsia.com/ccb/index.pl |
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