— To Clifton.
I've heard that hysterical women.
Said they were tired of the palette and the fiddle bow.
Annoyed poet who is always light-hearted.
Because all know or should know.
Don't do anything drastic.
Airplanes and zeppelins will pop up.
Drop things like Billy's King Bomb 1
Until the town is razed to the ground.
All are playing out their tragedies.
There, Hamlet struts, there, King Lear.
That's Ophelia, that's Cordelia 2
But they are also acting in the last scene.
The curtain on the stage is about to fall.
If their rendition is worthy of the importance of the role.
Don't interrupt their lines and start crying.
They know that Hamlet and King Lear are light-hearted.
Light-heartedness makes the fearful person look good, everyone aims, gains and losses, lights go out; The kingdom of heaven shines in the mind.
The tragedy reached its climax.
You can't add another foot or an ounce.
Despite Hamlet's low voice, King Lear is furious.
All the curtains fell at once.
The curtain fell on thousands of stages.
They came, either on foot, or by boat.
Camels, horses, donkeys, mules.
The old civilization fell under the sword, and next, they and their wisdom went to waste.
No more handmade by Cali Manjus 3
You know, he packed up marble, like bronze.
The pattern of his clothes looks like the sea breeze.
When it blows, it is raised, and the masterpiece is still alive, and the long lampshade he carved out looks like a palm tree.
of the trunk of the tree, which stood only for one day;
Everything will fall, rebuild, and the one who remakes everything is light-hearted.
Lapis lazuli is engraved with *** person 4
There is a third behind them.
There was a long-legged bird flying above their heads.
It is a symbol of longevity.
The third is undoubtedly a servant.
He carries musical instruments.
Every part of this stone changes color.
Every unexpected crack or groove.
It all looks like a river or a landslide.
Or a towering steep slope where snow is still falling.
However, the branches of plums and cherries.
It undoubtedly makes the houses halfway up the hill more pleasing to the eye.
The Chinese climbed in the direction of the house.
I like to imagine that they are seated there;
There, they looked at the peaks and looked at the sky.
gaze at all the tragic scenes;
One is to listen to sad tunes;
Skillful fingers began to play, their eyes hidden in many wrinkles, their eyes.
Their ancient, glowing eyes are light-hearted.
1. Billy is the nickname of William (converted from will-bill-billy). King Billy is King William, and in Ireland he is specifically referred to as King William III of England. During the reign of William III, he led an army to Ireland and fought with King James II for the throne; During World War I, the Kaiser was also named Wilhelm, who sent Zeppelins into battle. Ireland had poor relations with Britain and Germany, and a policy of neutrality was practiced during World War II. Yeats's poem was written on July 25, 1936, in the spring of the same year, when Hitler sent troops into the Demilitarized Zone of the Rhine and declared that he would no longer be bound by the Locarno Convention.
2, Ophelia, Hamlet's fiancée; Cordelia, the youngest daughter of King Lear.
3. Calimanchus, an ancient Greek sculptor and architect in the fifth century B.C., the clothing pattern mentioned in this poem comes from his bas-relief work "Maenads".
4. Lapis lazuli, Yeats received a lapis lazuli carving from China as a birthday gift at the age of 70.
i h**e heard that hysterical women say
they are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow,of poets that are always gay,for everybody knows or else should know
that if nothing drastic is done
aeroplane and zeppelin will come out,pitch like king billy bomb-balls in
until the town lie beaten flat.
all perform their tragic play,there struts hamlet, there is lear,that's ophelia, that cordelia;
yet they, should the last scene be there,the great stage curtain about to drop,if worthy their prominent part in the play,do not break up their lines to weep.
they know that hamlet and lear are gay;
gaiety transfiguring all that dread.
all men h**e aimed at, found and lost;
black out; he**en blazing into the head:
tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
though hamlet rambles and lear rages,and all the drop scenes drop at once
upon a hundred thousand stages,it cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.
on their own feet they came, or on shipboard,camel-back, horse-back, ass-back, mule-back,old civilisations put to the sword.
then they and their wisdom went to rack:
no handiwork of callimachus
who handled marble as if it were bronze,made draperies that seemed to rise
when sea-wind swept the corner, stands;
his long lamp chimney shaped like the stem
of a slender palm, stood but a day;
all things fall and are built again
and those that build them again are gay.
two chinamen, behind them a third,are carved in lapis lazuli,over them flies a long-legged bird
a symbol of longevity;
the third, doubtless a serving-man,carries a musical instrument.
every discolouration of the stone,every accidental crack or dent
seems a water-course or an **alanche,or lofty slope where it still snows
though doubtless plum or cherry-branch
sweetens the little half-way house
those chinamen climb towards, and i
delight to imagine them seated there;
there, on the mountain and the sky,on all the tragic scene they stare.
one asks for mournful melodies;
accomplished fingers begin to play.
their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.