W. B. Yeats - Blood and the Moon (II) 汉译

Alexandria’s was a beacon tower, and Babylon’s<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

An image of the moving heavens, a log-book of the sun’s

    journey and the moon’s;

And Shelley had his towers, thought’s crowned powers he

    called them once.

 

I declare this tower is my symbol; I declare

This winding, gyring, spiring treadmill of a stair is my

    ancestral stair;

That Goldsmith and the Dean, Berkeley and Burke have

    travelled there.

 

Swift beating on his breast in sibylline frenzy blind

Because the heart in his blood-sodden breast had dragged

    him down into mankind,

Goldsmith deliberately sipping at the honey-pot of his mind,

 

And haughtier-headed Burke that proved the State a tree,

That this unconquerable labyrinth of the birds, century

    after century,

Cast but dead leaves to mathematical equality;

 

And God-appointed Berkeley that proved all things a dream,

That this pragmatical, preposterous pig of a world, its

    farrow that so solid seem,

Must vanish on the instant if the mind but change its theme;

 

Saeva Indignatio and the labourer's hire,

The strength that gives our blood and state magnanimity of

    its own desire;

Everything that is not God consumed with intellectual fire.