詩歌:Epitaph on a Tyrant 暴君墓誌銘

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Epitaph on a Tyrant

Wystan Hugh auden

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,

And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;

He knew human folly like the back of his hand,

And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;

When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,

And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

暴君墓誌銘

威斯坦•休•奧登

完美無缺的美夢任由他追求，

簡單易懂的詩歌但憑他編造；

愚弄世人是每天爛熟的把戲，

動用武力是畢生最大的嗜好；

顯赫的僚屬會陪他笑逐顏開，

街頭的兒童總死於他的呼叫。