虽然叶芝似乎和乔治找到了一些快乐,但《为我的女儿祈祷》表明了他对冈妮的挥之不去的怨恨,他觉得贡浪费了她的美丽,给世界带来了混乱和痛苦。 【参考资料】William Butler Yeats(威廉·巴特勒·叶芝)《A Prayer for my Daughter》《为我的女儿祈祷》电子书和网络公开资料。 ———- End -——— 编辑于 2024-11...
A Prayer for My Daughter —W.B. YeatsOnce more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's Wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind, Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; ...
A Prayer for My Daughter Introduction “A Prayer for My Daughter” is a poem written by William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet, in the year 1919. This profound piece reflects Yeats’ hopes, fears, and concerns as a father for his newborn daughter. Through the exploration of various themes, ...
1919年2月，五十四岁的叶芝晚年得女，诗人又是欢喜又是忧虑，这个姑娘，面对着歧义重重的世界，将如何应对她即将展开的生活呢？他希望女儿能由“充满了恶意的天真的海洋”中冉冉诞生，成为他所领悟到了美好的女性。她应该出落得美丽，但这不是令陌生人沉醉的美丽，不是令她面对镜子陶醉的美丽，她的美貌...
A Prayer for my Daughter W. B. Yeats- 1865-1939 Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind, ...
A Prayer For My Daughter by William Butler Yeats - Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obst
A Prayer for my Daughter Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind, ...
A Prayer for My Daughter by William Butler Yeats opens with an image of the newborn child sleeping in a cradle. A storm is raging with great fury outside his residence. A great gloom is on Yeats’ mind and is consumed with anxiety as to how to protect his child from the tide of har...
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A Prayer for My Daughter BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATSOnce more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's Wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack and roof-levelling wind, Bred on the Atlantic, can be ...