名人诗歌|The Fascination of What's Difficult

William Butler Yeats （1865-1939）

The fascination^{1 of what's difficult}

Has dried the sap out of my veins^{2， and rent}

Spontaneous joy and natural content

Out of my heart. There's something ails^{3 our colt}

That must， as if it had not holy blood

Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud，

Shiver under the lash^{4， strain， sweat and jolt5}

As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays

That have to be set up in fifty ways，

On the day's war with every knave^{6 and dolt7，}

Theatre business， management of men.

I swear before the dawn comes round again

I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt