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叶芝：第二次降临
The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats
张祈 译
在扩展的旋涡中旋转了又旋转，
那猎鹰听不到驯鹰者的呼喊；
事物崩溃；中心无法把握；
纯粹的混乱在世界上放纵，
那暗淡的血潮已经释放，清白的
礼仪在各处淹没；当最坏的
充满了狂野的热情，人们都确信
那最好的已不存在。
的确有些新启示即将到来，
的确那第二次降临即将到来。
第二次降临！这几个字还没说完，
一个巨大的图像就在“大记忆”里走出，
打扰我的视线：荒漠的一片沙地上，
某个形体有狮身和人头，
某种凝视像太阳般空洞无情，
它移动缓慢的大腿，周围盘旋着
沙漠之鸟愤怒的阴影。
黑暗再次下落；可是现在我知道
那沉睡如石的二十个世纪
如同晃动摇篮里的一场焦虑的恶梦 ，
是怎样粗暴的野兽，它的时刻最终到来，
对着伯利恒无精打采地出生？
The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
在扩展的旋涡中旋转了又旋转，
那猎鹰听不到驯鹰者的呼喊；
事物崩溃；中心无法把握；
纯粹的混乱在世界上放纵，
那暗淡的血潮已经释放，清白的
礼仪在各处淹没；当最坏的
充满了狂野的热情，人们都确信
那最好的已不存在。
的确有些新启示即将到来，
的确那第二次降临即将到来。
第二次降临！这几个字还没说完，
一个巨大的图像就在“大记忆”里走出，
打扰我的视线：荒漠的一片沙地上，
某个形体有狮身和人头，
某种凝视像太阳般空洞无情，
它移动缓慢的大腿，周围盘旋着
沙漠之鸟愤怒的阴影。
黑暗再次下落；可是现在我知道
那沉睡如石的二十个世纪
如同晃动摇篮里的一场焦虑的恶梦 ，
是怎样粗暴的野兽，它的时刻最终到来，
对着伯利恒无精打采地出生？
The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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