When you are old
--- William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. | Xinyu
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you.
This is a poem that I love the most Love it love proceed without hesitation First read it I was deeply moved Later, in many places the read It is no longer the translations More than a dozen versions of the Baidu Are not the one I love the most Still love English version Can give people endless imagination To his own A pure That's all
----------Nicorala 2014-04-28 |
發(fā)表于 2014-4-28 11:00
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PS：表示看的全是譯本，所以后來(lái)再不看國(guó)外的詩(shī)了。嗚嗚嗚鳥(niǎo)語(yǔ)
看不懂怎么辦！
