W. B. Yeats - Beautiful Lofty things 汉译

Beautiful lofty things: O’Leary’s noble head;

My father upon the Abbey stage, before him a raging crowd:

“This Land of Saints,” and then as the applause died out,

“Of plaster Saints”; his beautiful mischievous head thrown back.

Standish O’Grady supporting himself between the tables

Speaking to a drunken audience high nonsensical words;

Augusta Gregory seated at her great ormolu table,

Her eightieth winter approaching: “Yesterday he threatened my life.

I told him that nightly from six to seven I sat at this table,

The blinds drawn up;” Maud Gonne at Howth station waiting a train,

Pallas Athena in that straight back and arrogant head:

All the Olympians; a thing never known again.