W. B. Yeats - In Memory of Major Robert Gregory (9) 汉译

We dreamed that a great painter had been born  

To cold Clare rock and Galway rock and thorn,  

To that stern colour and that delicate line  

That are our secret discipline  

Wherein the gazing heart doubles her might.  

Soldier, scholar, horseman, he, 

And yet he had the intensity  

To have published all to be a world’s delight.  

纪念罗伯特•格雷戈里少校(九)

威廉·巴特勒·叶芝

我们曾梦想一个伟大的画家诞生了，特来

描绘冰冷的克莱尔岩石和盖尔威岩石以及荆棘，

描绘那严酷的色彩和那优雅的线条——

那些是我们的秘密律条，

在其中凝视的心倍增力量。

士兵、学者、骑手，他，

而且他还有激情把

一切都公开，令世人欣赏。