W. B. Yeats - The Double Vision of Michael Robartes (III) 汉译

I knew that I had seen, had seen at last  

That girl my unremembering nights hold fast  

Or else my dreams that fly,  

If I should rub an eye,  

And yet in flying fling into my meat  

A crazy juice that makes the pulses beat  

As though I had been undone  

By Homer’s Paragon  

Who never gave the burning town a thought;  

To such a pitch of folly I am brought,  

Being caught between the pull  

Of the dark moon and the full, 

The commonness of thought and images  

That have the frenzy of our western seas.  

Thereon I made my moan,  

And after kissed a stone,  

And after that arranged it in a song  

Seeing that I, ignorant for so long,  

Had been rewarded thus  

In Cormac’s ruined house.