易火贝木
英语诗歌的特点是短小精悍,语言简练,注重押韵,具有丰富的想象力,是英语文学中的瑰宝。我整理了当你老了英文诗歌，欢迎阅读!
When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
当你老了，头白了，睡思昏沉，
炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，
慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和
回想它们过去的浓重的阴影;
多少人爱你年轻环畅的时候
爱慕你的美貌出于假意或真心，
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
爱你老去的容颜的痛苦的皱纹。
躬身在红光闪耀的炉火旁，
凄然的低语，爱为何消逝，
在头顶的山上他缓缓踱着步子，
将脸隐没在了群星之中。
看了“当你老了英文诗歌”后，我分享“叶芝英语诗歌”!
the white birds 白鸟
--by: w.b. yeats
would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
we tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
and the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
亲爱的，但愿我们是浪尖上一双白鸟!
流星尚未陨逝，我们已厌倦了它的闪耀;
天边低悬，晨光里那颗蓝星的幽光
唤醒了你我心中，一缕不死的忧伤。
a weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
for i would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: i and you!
露湿的百合、玫瑰梦里逸出一丝困倦;
呵，亲爱的，可别梦那流星的闪耀，
也别梦那蓝星的幽光在滴露中低徊：
但愿我们化作浪尖上的白鸟：我和你!
i am haunted by numberless islands, and many a danaan shore,
where time would surely forget us, and sorrow come near us no more;
soon far from the rose and the lily, and fret of the flames would we be,
were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!
我心头萦绕着无数岛屿和丹南湖滨，
在那里岁月会以遗忘我们，悲哀不再来临;
转瞬就会远离玫瑰、百合和星光的侵蚀，
只要我们是双白鸟，亲爱的，出没在浪花里!
--傅浩 译
五百米深蓝
《当你老了》英文原版 When you are oldby William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
臭豆腐精
When you are old --- William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.双鬓斑白，睡意绵绵，倦坐炉旁，取此诗卷。细品详读，梦回柔光，昔时双眸，深邃美象。 叹羡汝之倩影，甚多， 真真假假，来去客过。 唯一人，爱汝之圣体， 虽经风霜，吾爱不易。 火光熠熠，汝屈炉旁， 低声沉吟，爱已夭亡。 即时即景，却上心头， 爱亦远躲，不知可否?当你老了 袁可嘉译当你老了，头白了，睡意昏沉，炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和，回想它们昔日浓重的阴影； 多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰， 爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心， 只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁，凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝， 在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子， 在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。LOVER译 当年华已逝，你两鬓斑白，沉沉欲睡， 坐在炉边慢慢打盹，请取下我的这本诗集，请缓缓读起，如梦一般，你会重温你那脉脉眼波，她们是曾经那么的深情和柔美。 多少人曾爱过你容光焕发的楚楚魅力，爱你的倾城容颜，或是真心，或是做戏，但只有一个人！他爱的是你圣洁虔诚的心！当你洗尽铅华，伤逝红颜的老去，他也依然深爱着你！炉里的火焰温暖明亮，你轻轻低下头去， 带着淡淡的凄然，为了枯萎熄灭的爱情，喃喃低语，此时他正在千山万壑之间独自游荡，在那满天凝视你的繁星后面隐起了脸庞。当你年老 陈黎（台湾）译当你年老，花白，睡意正浓，在火炉边打盹，取下这本书，慢慢阅读，梦见你眼中一度 发出之柔光，以及深深暗影； 多少人爱你愉悦丰采的时光，爱你的美，以或真或假之情，祇一个人爱你朝圣者的心灵，爱你变化的容颜蕴藏的忧伤；并且俯身红光闪闪的栏栅边， 带点哀伤，喃喃低语，爱怎样 逃逸，逡巡於头顶的高山上 且将他的脸隐匿於群星之间PS：我个人最喜欢袁可嘉翻译的。
重叠的岁月
When you are old 当你老了--- William Butler Yeats ——威廉·巴特勒·叶芝When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉，And nodding by the fire，take down this book, 倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来，And slowly read,and dream of the soft look 慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; 你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影。How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影，And loved your beauty with love false or true, 爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情，But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心，And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕。And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在炉罩边低眉弯腰，Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled 忧戚沉思，喃喃而语，And paced upon the mountains overhead 爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山，And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸。
