William Butler Yeats

  • Ifjú vagyok suttogtam,
    Később, hogy túl öreg,
    Feldobtam egy Penny-t,
    A szerelmet kutatva.
    Menj szeress fiatal barátom,
    Hamvas szőke szépséget.
    Oh Penny, barna penny, barna penny,
    Elvesztem tincsei tengerében.

    A szerelem csalfa játék,...

  • O Wanderer in the southern weather,
      Our isle awaits us; on each lea
    The pea-hens dance; in crimson feather
      A parrot swaying on a tree
      Rages at his own image in the enamelled sea.

    There dreamy Time lets fall his sickle
      And Life the sandals...

  • I Will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
    Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping...

  • I Rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
    Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow.
    And then I must scrub, and bake, and sweep,
    Till stars are beginning to blink and peep;
    But the young lie long and dream in their bed
    Of the matching of ribbons, the blue...

  • Je rêvai qu’une était morte en un pays étrange.
    Loin de toute main accoutumée,
    Et ils avaient cloué les planches au-dessus de sa face,
    Les paysans de ce pays,
    Et, émerveillés, ils avaient planté dans sa solitude
    Un cyprès et un if.
    Je vins...

  • Quand la porte angélique, flamboyante et retentissante de luths, s’ouvrira,
    Quand une immortelle passion respirera dans la mortelle argile,
    Quand nos cœurs endureront la couronne tressée d’épines, la voie encombrée,
    Les fouets noués, les mains percées de clous, le flanc blessé...

    J’entends les chevaux de l’ombre, secouant leurs lourdes crinières,
    Leurs sabots lourds de tumulte, leurs yeux luisant d'un blanc éclat.
    Le Septentrion déroule sur eux la nuit lente et insidieuse,
    L’Orient dit toute sa joie secrète avant le point du jour,

  • O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
    The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
    When they have looked upon their images
    Would none had ever loved but you and I!

    Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
    Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,

  • 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...

  • Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
    Enwrought with golden and silver light,
    The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
    Of night and light and the half-light,
    I would spread the cloths under your feet:
    But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
    I have spread my...