On Ye Zhi's English Short Poems (Ⅰ)
The regret of love-William Butler Yeats
Inexplainable regret
Is the love hidden in my heart:
People who buy and sell,
Clouds on their journey above them,
The cold and humid wind kept blowing,
And the shadowed hazel forest
Where the gray water of the mouse flows,
Threaten the head I love.
Silent pity
Hidden in the heart of love:
Clouds rise into the sky,
Some people are selling it,
Shaded hazel forest
The cold wind kept blowing,
The grey river is endless,
Threaten my lover.
On Ye Zhi's English Short Poems (Ⅱ)
Where is my book? Where is my book?-William Butler Yeats
Everything I said,
All the words I wrote,
We must spread our wings tirelessly,
Never rest during the flight,
Until they come to where your sad heart is,
At night in song for you,
Where the water flows,
Storm-darkness? D or starry.
All my languages,
All my words,
Will spread their tireless wings,
Keep flying,
Fly to your sad heart,
At night in song for you,
Although the river is flowing,
Storms roar or stars shine.
On Ye Zhi's English Short Poems (Ⅲ)
Youth and Old Age Youth and Old Age-The Age of William Butler
I was angry when I was young,
Oppressed by the world,
But now with a flattering tongue
It speeds up the parting guests.
I am a cynical person,
Just because the world is oppressed,
Now it's full of flattery
All the guests and friends left me.