他记起被遗忘的美

以双臂将你拥围，
我的心便贴近了美，
那美与这世界久已暌违；
那些镶宝的王冠，
败军逃散时被国王们掷入幽渊；
那些爱的传说，
做梦的仕女们用丝线绣于布帛，
却喂肥了凶残的蛾；
那些旧日的玫瑰，
编入仕女们的发辫当了点缀；
那些露冷的百合，捧负于仕女们手中，
穿过了圣殿回廊许多重，
而那里，香烟起阴云涌，
只有神的双眼没有合拢：
因为那胸苍白，那手萦纡，
来自一片更为梦魇深沉的地域，
与更为梦魇深沉之际；
当你在一次次亲吻的间隙发出叹息，
我也听见那洁白的美叹息又起，
为那些时辰，一切都必定如露消逝，
但焰与焰拥，渊与渊重，
王座更易，只在半梦中，
将剑横于它们的铠甲之膝，
她高贵而孤独的秘奥，在沉思。

作者 / [爱尔兰]威廉·巴特勒·叶芝
翻译 / 周丽华
选自 / 《穿越月色宁谧》，中信出版集团

He Remembers Forgotten Beauty (1896)

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God’s eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew,
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.

W. B. Yeats