Symbols by William Butler Yeats 象徵；其他多篇

三年前的疏忽：今天對照楊牧編譯的【葉慈詩選】(台北：洪範，1997/十印1998)，發現此詩的譯者應該是楊牧，參見第187頁。

為何會有此張冠李戴支線像呢？我可能誤引網路的資料而未查。特此更正。2017.8.23

2014.8.23

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Symbols by William Butler Yeats

A storm-beaten old watch-tower,
A blind hermit rings the hour.

All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.

Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
Beauty and fool together laid.

象徵


一座暴風雨摧折的老更樓，
一個瞎眼的隱遁者按時敲鐘。

所向無敵的劍鋒依舊
絭養的家臣流浪帶著。

劍鋒上金織的絲鏽覆著，
美人和家臣一起躺下臥著。


POEMS BY W.B. YEATS:

• At Galway Races
• The Blessed
• The Cap and Bells
• The Cat and the Moon
• Down by the Salley Gardens
• Dream of a Blessed Spirit
• The Falling of the Leaves
• He Bids His Beloved Be at Peace
• He Mourns for the Change that has Come Upon Him and His Beloved, and Longs for the End of the World
• He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
• He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
• His Dream
• The Hosting of the Sidhe
• The Host of the Air
• The Indian to His Love
• In the Seven Woods
• The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
• Lines Written in Dejection
• The Magi
• Men Improve with the Years
• The Moods
• No Second Troy
• O Do Not Love Too Long
• The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
• On a Political Prisoner
• On Being Asked for a War Poem
• Peace
• A Poet to His Beloved
• Presences
• Reconciliation
• Red Hanrahan's Song about Ireland
• The Rose of the World
• The Second Coming
• The Song of the Happy Shepherd
• The Song of Wandering Aengus
• The Sorrow of Love
• These Are the Clouds
• To a Child Dancing in the Wind
• To an Isle in the Water
• To a Shade
• To a Young Girl
• To Ireland in the Coming Times
• To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire
• To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time
• The Two Trees
• The Unappeasable Host
• The Valley of the Black Pig
• When Helen Lived
• When You Are Old
• The White Birds

喬治·包柔 (George Borrow*)

十九世紀英國作家喬治·包柔 (George Borrow*)的小說不大有人知道——我也看不進去——但是迄今美國常常有人講起來都是喬治·包柔迷，彼此都欣然。--憶胡適之 (張愛玲)
*George Borrow - Wikipedia

瘋狂的石榴樹 The Mad Pomegranate Tree By Odysseus Elytis

瘋狂的石榴樹

在這些刷白的庭園中，當南風

悄悄拂過有拱頂的走廊，告訴我，是那瘋狂的石榴樹

在陽光中跳躍，在風的嬉戲和絮語中

撒落她果實累累的歡笑？告訴我，

當大清早在高空帶著勝利的戰果展示她的五光十色，

是那瘋狂的石榴樹帶著新生的枝葉在蹦跳？

當赤身裸體的姑娘們在草地上醒來，

用雪白的手採摘青青的三葉草，

在夢的邊緣上游盪，告訴我，是那瘋狂的石榴樹，

出其不意地把亮光找到她們新編的籃子上，

使她們的名字在鳥兒的歌聲中迴響，告訴我，

是那瘋了的石榴樹與多雲的天空在較量？

當白晝用七色彩羽令人妒羨地打扮起來，

用上千支炫目的三棱鏡圍住不朽的太陽，

告訴我，是那瘋了的石榴樹

抓住了一匹受百鞭之笞而狂奔的馬的尾鬃，

它不悲哀，不訴苦；告訴我，是那瘋狂的石榴樹

高聲叫嚷著正在綻露的新生的希望？

告訴我，是那瘋狂的石榴樹老遠地歡迎我們，

拋擲著煤火一樣的多葉的手帕，

當大海就要為漲了上千次，退向冷僻海岸的潮水

投放成千隻船舶，告訴我

是那瘋狂的石榴樹

使高懸於透明空中的帆吱吱地響？

高高懸掛的綠色葡萄串，洋洋得意地發著光，

狂歡著，充滿下墜的危險，告訴我，

是那瘋狂的石榴樹在世界的中央用光亮粉碎了

魔鬼的險惡的氣候，它用白晝的桔黃色的衣領到處伸展，

那衣領繡滿了黎明的歌聲，告訴我，

是那瘋狂的石榴樹迅速地把白晝的綢衫揭開了？

在四月初春的裙子和八月中旬的蟬聲中，

告訴我，那個歡跳的她，狂怒的她，誘人的她，

那驅逐一切惡意的黑色的、邪惡的陰影的人兒，

把暈頭轉向的鳥傾瀉於太陽胸脯上的人兒，

告訴我，在萬物懷裡，在我們最深沉的夢鄉里，

展開翅膀的她，就是那瘋狂的石榴樹嗎？

（袁可嘉譯）

Odysseus Elytis

The Mad Pomegranate Tree

In these all-white courtyards where the south wind blows

Whistling through vaulted arcades, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That leaps in the light, scattering its fruitful laughter

With windy wilfulness and whispering, tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That quivers with foliage newly born at dawn

Raising high its colours in a shiver of triumph?

On plains where the naked girls awake,

When they harvest clover with their light brown arms

Roaming round the borders of their dreams–tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree,

Unsuspecting, that puts the lights in their verdant baskets

That floods their names with the singing of birds–tell me

Is it the mad pomegranate tree that combats the cloudy skies of the world?

On the day that it adorns itself in jealousy with seven kinds of feathers,

Girding the eternal sun with a thousand blinding prisms

Tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That seizes on the run a horse's mane of a hundred lashes,

Never sad and never grumbling–tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That cries out the new hope now dawning?

Tell me, is that the mad pomegranate tree waving in the distance,

Fluttering a handkerchief of leaves of cool flame,

A sea near birth with a thousand ships and more,

With waves that a thousand times and more set out and go

To unscented shores–tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That creaks the rigging aloft in the lucid air?

High as can be, with the blue bunch of grapes that flares and celebrates

Arrogant, full of danger–tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That shatters with light the demon's tempests in the middle of the world

That spreads far as can be the saffron ruffle of the day

Richly embroidered with scattered songs–tell me, is it the mad pomegranate tree

That hastily unfastens the silk apparel of day?

In petticoats of April first and cicadas of the feast of mid-August

Tell me, that which plays, that which rages, that which can entice

Shaking out of threats their evil black darkness

Spilling the sun's embrace intoxicating birds

Tell me, that which opens its wings on the breast of things

On the breast of our deepest dreams, is that the mad pomegranate tree?

                                  Greek; trans. Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard