Aestheticism Classic English Poetry 1 24 years
24 years.
Dylan Marles Thomas
Dylan Marles Thomas
Twenty-four years remind me of the tears in my eyes.
Looking back on twenty-four years, I have tears in my eyes.
Bury the dead for fear that they will go to the grave during childbirth. )
Bury the dead, lest they go to the grave painfully. )
I crouched like a tailor in the groin at the natural entrance.
I once squatted on a natural porch,
Sew a shroud for a trip
Like a tailor, borrowing a piece of sunshine,
In the light of the carnivorous sun.
Sewing a shroud for a trip.
Wearing the clothes of death, the sexy swagger began.
Dressed up to death, sensual vagrancy began.
My red veins are full of money,
My red veins are full of money,
In the final direction of the basic town
Towards the last direction of the town.
I will move forward forever.
I always look forward.
Aestheticism Classic English Poetry 2 Grassland Night
Grassland night
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Night on the grassland,
Night on the grassland,
Dinner was over, and the fire on the ground burned very low.
After dinner, the fire burned gently on the ground.
Tired immigrants sleep in blankets;
Tired herders fell asleep wrapped in blankets,
I walk alone-I stand and look at the stars,
I walk alone? I stood there looking at the stars,
I think this is something I never realized before.
Stars I've never noticed before.
Now I have absorbed immortality and peace,
Now I think of eternal life and peace,
I advocate the proposition of death and testing.
I envy death, and I think about all kinds of problems.
How rich! What spirit! How to resume!
How rich! How noble! How simple!
The same old man and soul-the same old wish,
The same old man and soul? The same old desire,
There is the same content.
The same satisfaction.
I'm thinking about the best day.
I always thought that daytime was the brightest,
Until I saw everything that was not shown by day,
Until I saw what the night showed,
I think this globe is enough.
I always thought this earth was enough,
Until countless others emerged silently around me.
Until thousands of other planets quietly appeared around me.
A globe.
Since space and eternal great thoughts occupy me,
Now when space and eternal great thoughts fill me
I'm going to use them to measure myself,
I will use them to measure myself,
Now that I'm exposed to life on other planets,
Now touch the life of other balls to arrive.
This kind of life is the same as life on earth.
Like on earth,
From far away places,
Or waiting to arrive, or passing will be better than those on earth.
Or coming soon,
From now on, I will no longer ignore them, just as I will no longer ignore my own life.
Or has surpassed life on earth,
Or life on earth has come to me,
From then on, I ignored them as much as I ignored my own life.
Or wait to arrive.
Or people who came to earth like me,
Ah, I understand now that life can't show me everything.
Or an afterlife.
Because not during the day,
Ah, I know now that life can't show me everything,
I see, I have to wait for what death shows.
Not during the day I can see that I have to wait for death to show something.
Aestheticism Classic English Poetry 3 is as inevitable as sadness.
Escape in summer
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Summer is over.
Unconsciously, like sadness,
Finally, it's too hard to detect
Xia Yue has virtually disappeared,
Looks like treachery-
So hard to detect,
Distilled tranquility
It doesn't look like a deliberate escape.
As the twilight grows,
Dawn started early,
Or nature and herself.
Precipitation is silent, otherwise it is a thin field.
Quiet afternoon-
Will be quietly confined in the afternoon.
Dusk came earlier.
Dusk comes earlier than before,
The foreign morning light shines-
The morning light is strange.
Polite, but painful grace,
A polite and annoying look, like a guest who is about to leave.
As a guest, it's gone-
Like this, without wings,
Therefore, there are no wings.
I don't want to send a boat,
Or keel service
Our summer has slipped away,
Our summer let her light escape into beauty.
Lost in beauty.