1. Yeats’s classic poem
White Bird My dear, I wish we were a pair of white birds on the top of the waves! The shooting star has not yet died, and we are tired of its shining; The sky is low, and the dim light of the blue star in the morning light awakens a ray of immortal sadness in our hearts.
A hint of sleepiness escapes from the dream of dew-wet lilies and roses; Oh, my dear, don’t dream of the shining of shooting stars, nor the dim light of blue stars lingering in the dew: I wish We turned into white birds on the wave: me and you! My mind wanders to the countless islands and Dannan shores, Where time will forget us and sorrow will come no more; Far away from the erosion of roses, lilies and starlight in a moment, As long as we are white birds, dear, haunting the waves! Fu Hao translated the secret rose------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ Distant, secret, inviolable rose, you are here Embrace me in my critical moments; there, in the holy sepulchre or in the wine-cart, those who seek you, live beyond the tumult and confusion of thwarted dreams: deep in the pale eyelids, sleepy Lazy and heavy, people call it beautiful. Thy great leaves covered the beards of the ancients, the rubies and gold offered by the glorious three saints, the emperor who saw the pierced hands and the elder cross stood up in Drudd's fancy and dimmed the torch, at last Wake up from madness and die; and he, who once met Vande walking far away in the burning dew, walking on the gray shore that the wind never blows, he lost Emma and the world with one kiss ; And he who drove the gods from the fortress, who blossomed in the last hundred mornings, who feasted on the beauty and wept bitterly as he buried the graves of his dead; the proud, dreaming emperor , throwing away his crown and his sorrow, called to him the poet and jester among the wine-stained wanderers of the forest, who had sold his fields, his house, and his daily necessities, and for years he had searched on the shores and islands, and at last he Finally found, weeping and laughing, A girl so dazzling in her brilliance, At midnight, people beat the rice with a lock of hair - a small lock of stolen hair.
I too am waiting for the hurricane-like moments of love and hate. When did the stars scatter in the sky, like sparks in a blacksmith's shop, and then fade, apparently your hour has come, your wind blowing far away, most secret, inviolable rose? When you are old, white-haired and sleepy, taking a nap in front of the stove, please take down this book of poetry, recite it slowly, and dream of the soft light and green halo of your eyes back then; How many people have true and false love for your beauty, your joyful and charming youth, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withering face; when you are hunched over the hot grate, By the side, you will tell softly, with a hint of sadness: the lost love has now climbed up the mountain, burying its shy face among the dense stars.
As time goes by, I am haggard due to dreams, and the wind and rain blow, a sea god carved out of marble in the stream; and all day long I have been looking at the beauty of this lady, as if I was in a book A kind of painted beauty found in the world, I am happy with the enrichment of my eyes or the sharpness of my ears, and I am happy with becoming wise, because people grow older with time; but, but, is this my dream, or is it reality? Oh, I wish we had met when I had burning youth! But I am already old and weathered in my dream, a sea god carved out of marble in a stream. 2. Who knows the English version of Yeats’s truth that comes with time
Although the leaves are many and the roots are numerous, there is only one path through all the lying days of my youth. I flaunted my branches, leaves and flowers in the sun. Now I can Withering becomes truth - Yeats's original poem: "The Coming of Wisdom With Time" 1916 Though leaves are many, the root is one Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth. 3. What is Yeats's most famous poem and its classic sentence?
Yeats, also translated as "Yeats" and "Yates", is an Irish poet.
His most classic and well-known poem is: "When You Are Old", the most classic sentence of which is: How many people love you when you are young and happy, and admire your beauty, falsely or sincerely , only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face.
The full text of the poem is as follows:
When you are old and your hair is gray
You are sleepy
When you are old and can’t walk
Napping by the fire and recalling youth
How many people have loved you when you were singing in youth
Admire your beautiful pretense or sincerity
< p> Only one person still loves your pious soulLoves the wrinkles on your old face
When you are old and your eyebrows are drooped
The lights are dim and uncertain
The wind blows your news
This is the song in my heart
Reference materials
When you get old, classic quotations and sentences Mystery [cited on 2018-4-10] 4. What are those classic poems by Yeats
Yeats is the greatest Irish poet of the twentieth century and the winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Yeats's major works* 1886 - "Mosada" * 1888 - "Collection of Myths and Folktales of the Irish Countryside" * 1889 - "Using's Wanderings and Other Poems" * 1891 Years - "Classic Irish Stories" * 1892 - "Countess Kathryn and Other Legends and Lyrics" * 1893 - "Celtic Dawn" * 1894 - "The Field of Desire of the Heart" * 1895 - " Collected Poems" * 1897 - "The Mysterious Rose" * 1899 - "The Wind Between the Reeds" * 1903 - "The Concept of Good and Evil" * 1903 - "In the Sevenfold Forest" * 1907 - "Discovery" * 1910 - "The Green Helmet and Other Poems" * 1913 - "Poetry of Frustration" * 1914 - "Responsibility" * 1916 - "Fantasia of Youth" * 1917 - "Cooley's Wild Swans" * 1918 - " "In the Quiet Moonlight" * 1921 - "Michael Roberts and the Dancer" * 1921 - "Four Years" * 1924 - "The Cat and the Moonlight" * 1925 - "Vision" * 1926 - "Estrangement" * 1926 - "Autobiography" * 1927 - "October Explosion" * 1928 - "Tower" * 1933 - "The Return Ladder and Other Poems" * 1934 - "Selected Plays" * 1935 - "The Full Moon of March" * 1938 - "New Poems" * 1939 - "The Last Poems and Two Plays" (published posthumously) * 1939 - "In the Gas Pot" (published posthumously) .cn/ book/wgwx/0401.pdf/yishi/yeats.htm. 5. Who knows the English version of Yeats’s truth that comes with time
Although the leaves are many and the roots are numerous, there is only one path through all the lying days of my youth. I flaunted my branches, leaves and flowers in the sun. Now I can Withering becomes truth - Yeats's original poem: "The Coming of Wisdom With Time" 1916 Though leaves are many, the root is one Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth. 6. Asking for poems by Yeats
Poems by Yeats
White Bird
My dear, I wish we were a pair of white birds on the top of the waves!
The meteor has not yet died, and we are tired of its shining;
The dim light of the blue star hanging low in the morning light
wakes you up In my heart, there is a wisp of immortal sadness.
A trace of sleepiness escapes from the dream of dewy lilies and roses;
Oh, dear, don’t dream about the shining of shooting stars,
Don’t dream either The dim light of the blue star lingers in the dew:
May we become white birds on the top of the waves: me and you!
My mind wanders to the countless islands and the shores of Dannan Lake,
Where time will forget us and sorrow will never come;
In a moment we will be far away from roses, The erosion of lilies and starlight,
As long as we are two white birds, dear, haunting the waves!
When you are old
When you are old, gray and sleepy,
Doze by the fire, take down this book,
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Read slowly and dream back to your eyes,
The soft light and the deep shadow;
How many people fell in love with you at that joyful and graceful moment ,
Falling in love with your beauty with true and false love,
There is a person who loves you with the heart of Chaoshan's soul,
I love the hesitation in your changing face stunned.
And leaned over the gleaming iron railing,
Whispering, with a little sadness, how could love be gone,
Escaped and above my head. Walking high in the mountains,
hides his face among a group of stars.
"Who Goes with Ferguson"
Now, who will drive away with Ferguson,
Through the thick shade of the branches,
Dance along the straight coast.
Lift your brown eyelashes, lady,
Think of the warm hope,
Stop being anxious.
Stop ducking,
Obsessing with the painful mystery of love,
For Ferguson drives his bronze carriage,
Rule the world of shade,
And the pale waters of the dim sea,
And the unkempt hair,
The wandering stars.