菲奥纳·肖 | 朗读诗歌《一个荷马讴歌的女人》

A Woman Homer Sung

《一个荷马讴歌的女人》

——by W.B. Yeats

If any man drew near

当我还年轻，

When I was young,

有哪个男人走近来，

I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’

我想“他对她有情”，

And shook with hate and fear.

就浑身是恐惧仇恨。

But O! ’twas bitter wrong

但是噢，如他走过，

If he could pass her by

眼神满不在乎，

With an indifferent eye.

那是最大的过错。

Whereon I wrote and wrought,

为此我写了又编，

And now, being grey,

如今，头发灰白，

I dream that I have brought

我梦想，我已把思想，

To such a pitch my thought

提到这个高度，

That coming time can say,

未来时代会讲：

‘He shadowed in a glass

“他把她的身姿

What thing her body was.’

投影于一面镜子。”

For she had fiery blood

当我年轻时

When I was young,

她热血沸腾，

And trod so sweetly proud

走路又美又傲，

As ’twere upon a cloud,

就如在云端飞升，

A woman Homer sung,

对一个荷马讴歌的女人

That life and letters seem

生命和文学只不过是

But an heroic dream.

一场英雄的梦。

袁可嘉 译