The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats includes all of the poems authorized by Yeats for inclusion in his standard canon. Breathtaking in range, it encompasses the entire arc of his career, from luminous reworkings of ancient Irish myths and legends to passionate meditations on the demands and rewards of youth and old age, from exquisite, occasionally whimsical songs of love, natu...
The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats includes all of the poems authorized by Yeats for inclusion in his standard canon. Breathtaking in range, it encompasses the entire arc of his career, from luminous reworkings of ancient Irish myths and legends to passionate meditations on the demands and rewards of youth and old age, from exquisite, occasionally whimsical songs of love, nature, and art to somber and angry poems of life in a nation torn by war and uprising. In observing the development of rich and recurring images and themes over the course of his body of work, we can trace the quest of this century's greatest poet to unite intellect and artistry in a single magnificent vision. Revised and corrected, this edition includes Yeats's own notes on his poetry, complemented by explanatory notes from esteemed Yeats scholar Richard J. Finneran. The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats is the most comprehensive edition of one of the world's most beloved poets available in paperback.
Lapis Lazuli
(For Harry Clifton)
I HAVE heard that hysterical women say
They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should know
That if nothing drastic is done
Aeroplane and Zeppelin will come out.
Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls in
Until the town lie beaten flat.
All perform their tragic play,
There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,
That's Ophelia, that Cordelia;
Yet they, should the last scene be there,
The great stage curtain about to drop,
If worthy their prominent part in the play,
Do not break up their lines to weep.
They know that Hamlet and Lear are gay;
Gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
All men have aimed at, found and lost;
Black out; Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
Though Hamlet rambles... (查看原文)
A woman's beauty is a storm-tossed banner;
Under it wisdom stands, and I alone --
Of all Arabia's lovers I alone --
Nor dazzled by the embroidery, nor lost
In the confusion of its night-dark folds,
Can hear the armed man speak.
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Yeats的诗，最有印象的就是这首，因为之前听过配的歌吧。这是他早期的作品，虽然不是什么大作，但以我肤浅的眼光还是很喜欢那种自然清新的气氛。爱尔兰的青草，浓郁的树丛，清清的河水，低矮的河堰，充满茉莉芳香的花园，让人神往。但其中的she bid me take love easy,as the l...
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0 有用 lawrence lau 2012-09-25 22:50:31
...Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,A lonely impulse of delight, Drove to this tumult in the clouds...
6 有用 MarySaid 2015-02-03 23:34:44
Cast a cold eye, on life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
0 有用 惊觉因子 2024-08-10 02:36:38 北京
应该是这版*2
1 有用 Elenvonear 2020-04-12 19:23:35
不知为何，读他的诗时，脑子里总自动响起很爱尔兰的配乐：风笛、锡哨、班卓琴。但说句实话，除了爱情诗，其他诗太难读懂了orz。跟爱尔兰神话/传说有关的那些诗，有的我读起来很有感觉，有的读起来让我一头雾水，果然是神秘主义诗人。读完之后查了查，发现他的很多诗歌都被改编成歌曲了，好多歌听着都还不错，很爱尔兰民谣。
0 有用 绵绵 2013-10-27 12:58:19
English Literature选修书单