The Theatre at Argos

Nettles and poppy mar each rock-hewn seat:

No poet crowned with olive deathlessly

Chants his glad song, nor clamorous Tragedy

Startles the air; green corn is waving sweet

Where once the Chorus danced to measures fleets;

Far to the East a purpls stretch of sea,

The cliffs of gold that prisoned Danae;

And desecrated Argos at my feet.



No season now to mourn the days of old,

A nation's shipwreck on the rocks of Time,

Or the dread storms of all-devouring Fate,

For now the peoples clamour at our gate,

The world is full of plague and sin and crime,

And God Himself is half-dethroned for Gold!



Argos,1877

阿耳戈斯的剧院

荨麻与罂粟损毁了石制的座椅：

没有带着橄榄枝的诗人不歇地

吟唱他欢快的歌，也没有喧嚣的悲剧

震惊四座；绿色的麦苗甜蜜地摇曳

这里曾是合唱队应和节拍起舞的地方；

远离东方的是紫色的海岸线，

达那厄被囚禁的金色悬崖；

被亵渎的阿耳戈斯在我的脚下。



现在来悲叹古昔的岁月不合时令，

一艘民族的海船撞上时间的暗礁，

或遭遇吞噬一切的命运之恐怖风暴，

所以，而今人们在我们的大门前喧闹，

这世界充满了瘟疫、罪孽和恶行，

哦，上帝也因为金钱丢失了半个宝座！



阿耳戈斯，1877