逍遥右脑 2018-04-27 09:51
Whenyouareoldandgreyandfullofsleep
Andnoddingbythefire,takedownthisbook
Andslowlyread,anddreamofthesoftlook
Yourseyeshadonce,andoftheirshadowsdeep.
Howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace,
Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,
Butonemanlovedthepilgrimsoulinyou,
Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;
Andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars,
Murmur,alittlesadly,howlovefled
Andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead.
Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars
当你老了,白发苍苍,睡意朦胧,
在炉前打盹,请取下这本诗篇,
慢慢读,回想你当年的双眼
那柔美的光芒与青幽的晕影;
多少人真情假意,爱过你的美丽,
爱过你欢乐而迷人的青春,
唯独一人爱你朝圣者的心,
爱你日益凋谢的脸上的衰戚;
当你佝偻着,在灼热的炉栅边,
你将轻轻诉说,带着一丝伤感:
逝去的爱,如今已步上高山,
在密密星群里埋藏它的赧颜。
叶芝《当你老了》