Turning and turning in the widening gyre<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> 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 conviction, 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? 基督重临 威廉·巴特勒·叶芝 在向外扩张的旋体上旋转呀旋转, 猎鹰再也听不见主人的呼唤。 一切都四散了,再也保不住中心, 世界上到处弥漫着一片混乱, 血色迷糊的潮流奔腾汹涌, 到处把纯真的礼仪淹没其中; 优秀的人们信心尽失, 坏蛋们则充满了炽烈的狂热。 无疑神的启示就要显灵, 无疑基督就将重临。 基督重临!这几个字还未出口, 刺眼的是从大记忆来的巨兽: 荒漠中,人首狮身的形体, 如太阳般漠然而无情地相觑, 慢慢挪动腿,它的四周一圈圈, 沙漠上愤怒的鸟群阴影飞旋。 黑暗又下降了,如今我明白 二十个世纪的沉沉昏睡, 在转动的摇篮里做起了恼人的恶梦, 何种狂兽,终于等到了时辰, 懒洋洋地倒向圣地来投生? (袁可嘉 译) |
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