{"id":24390,"date":"2017-07-06T10:26:27","date_gmt":"2017-07-06T14:26:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24390"},"modified":"2017-07-06T10:26:27","modified_gmt":"2017-07-06T14:26:27","slug":"%e3%80%8athe-fisherman-by-w-b-yeats%e3%80%8b__-%e6%b1%9f%e7%b4%b9%e5%80%ab53%e4%b8%ad%e8%ad%af","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/?p=24390","title":{"rendered":"\u300aThe Fisherman by W.B. Yeats\u300b__ \u6c5f\u7d39\u502b(53)\u4e2d\u8b6f"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u300aThe Fisherman by W.B. Yeats\u300b\"\"<\/a>
\n\u300a\u6f01\u592b__\uff08\u8449\u6148\uff09\u300b<\/p>\n

Although I can see him still\u2014\u96d6\u7136\u6211\u4ecd\u8a8d\u5f97\u4ed6
\nThe freckled man who goes\u90a3\u6eff\u81c9\u96c0\u6591\u7684\u4ed6
\nTo a gray place on a hill\u7fd2\u6163\u524d\u5f80\u8ff7\u6fdb\u5c71\u5730
\nIn gray Connemara clothes\u8eab\u7a7f\u5eb7\u746a\u62c9\u7c97\u8863
\nAt dawn to cast his flies\u2014\u5728\u6668\u66e6\u4e2d\u63ee\u7aff\u91e3\u9b5a
\nIt’s long since I began\u5982\u4eca\u904e\u4e86\u4e00\u6bb5\u6642\u9593
\nTo call up to the eyes\u7576\u6211\u8a18\u8d77
\nThis wise and simple man.\u9019\u6a38\u5be6\u667a\u8005
\nAll day I’d looked in the face\u6211\u6574\u5929\u5411\u90a3\u5f35\u81c9\u51dd\u8996
\nWhat I had hoped it would be\u5c0b\u627e\u53ef\u80fd\u7684
\nTo write for my own race\u5beb\u4f5c\u4fe1\u606f
\nAnd the reality:\u53d9\u8ff0\u6211\u5011\u6c11\u65cf\u8207\u73fe\u5be6
\nThe living men that I hate,\u90a3\u4e9b\u6211\u618e\u60e1\u7684\u6d3b\u4eba
\nThe dead man that I loved,\u90a3\u4e9b\u6211\u611b\u7684\u6b7b\u4eba
\nThe craven man in his seat,\u90a3\u4e9b\u638c\u6b0a\u7684\u61e6\u592b
\nThe insolent unreproved\u2014\u90a3\u4e9b\u900d\u9059\u6cd5\u5916\u7684\u7121\u6065\u4eba\u58eb
\nAnd no knave brought to book\u90a3\u6c92\u6709\u8a18\u9304\u5728\u6848\u7684
\nWho has won a drunken cheer\u2014\u5099\u53d7\u9189\u4eba\u6b61\u547c\u7684
\nThe witty man and his joke\u5713\u6ed1\u7684\u653f\u5ba2
\nAimed at the commonest ear,\u5c08\u9580\u5c0d\u6e96\u5927\u773e\u7684\u8033\u6735\u63da\u8a00
\nThe clever man who cries\u90a3\u4e9b\u5de7\u8a00\u4ee4\u8272\u7684\u72c2\u558a
\nThe catch cries of the clown,\u9ad8\u5531\u5c0f\u4e11\u4e4b\u6b4c
\nThe beating down of the wise\u68d2\u6253\u667a\u8005
\nAnd great Art beaten down.\u8cb6\u4f4e\u5049\u5927\u85dd\u8853<\/p>\n

Maybe a twelve-month since\u5f77\u4f5b\u4e00\u5e74\u524d
\nSuddenly I began,\u6211\u5ffd\u7136\u958b\u59cb
\nIn scorn of this audience,\u85d0\u8996\u9019\u4e9b\u807c\u773e
\nImagining a man,\u8a2d\u60f3\u6709\u9019\u9ebc\u4e00\u500b\u4eba
\nAnd his sun-freckled face\u4ed6\u6eff\u81c9\u967d\u5149\u8207\u96c0\u73ed
\nAnd gray Connemara cloth,\u8eab\u7a7f\u5eb7\u746a\u62c9\u7c97\u8863
\nClimbing up to a place\u5f9e\u6c34\u6cac\u5e95\u4e0b\u7684\u9ed1\u77f3
\nWhere stone is dark with froth,\u722c\u4e0a\u5730\u9762
\nAnd the down turn of his wrist\u4ed6\u624b\u8155\u5982\u5e38\u756a\u52d5
\nWhen the flies drop in the stream\u2014\u628a\u9b5a\u7d72\u6df1\u9032\u6c34\u88cf
\nA man who does not exist,\u4e00\u500b\u4e0d\u5b58\u5728\u4e16
\nA man who is but a dream;\u5982\u5728\u5922\u4e2d\u7684\u4eba
\nAnd cried, \u201cBefore I am old\u4ed6\u5927\u8072\u9ad8\u547c\u5728\u6211\u8001\u53bb\u4e4b\u524d
\nI shall have written him one\u4e00\u5b9a\u7d66\u6f01\u592b\u5beb\u4e00\u9996\u8a69
\nPoem maybe as cold\u5982\u9ece\u660e\u4e00\u6a23\u51b7\u975c
\nAnd passionate as the dawn.\u4e00\u6a23\u71b1\u60c5\u6fc0\u767c<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u300aThe Fisherman by W.B. Yeats\u300b \u300a\u6f01\u592b__\uff08\u8449\u6148\uff09\u300b Although I can see him still\u2014\u96d6\u7136\u6211\u4ecd\u8a8d\u5f97\u4ed6 The freckled man who goes\u90a3\u6eff\u81c9\u96c0\u6591\u7684\u4ed6 To a gray place on a hill\u7fd2\u6163\u524d\u5f80\u8ff7\u6fdb\u5c71\u5730 In gray Connemara clothes\u8eab\u7a7f\u5eb7\u746a\u62c9\u7c97\u8863 At dawn to cast his flies\u2014\u5728\u6668\u66e6\u4e2d\u63ee\u7aff\u91e3\u9b5a It’s long since I began\u5982\u4eca\u904e\u4e86\u4e00\u6bb5\u6642\u9593 To … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,442,445],"tags":[116],"class_list":["post-24390","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-rendition-of-poems","category-william-yeats","tag-sl-kong"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24390","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24390"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24390\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24393,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24390\/revisions\/24393"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24390"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24390"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.wykontario.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24390"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}