Poetry about foreign countries

Personally, I prefer Emily Dickinson's poems.

I have never seen a wasteland.

I've never seen a wasteland-

I've never seen the sea-

But I know Heather's face.

And rough waves.

I've never talked to God.

I've never been to heaven-

But I seem to have passed the inspection.

I will definitely go to that place.

I've never met a moor.

I've never met a moor-

I've never seen the sea-

But I know how heather looks.

What a big wave.

I've never spoken to God.

And not visited in heaven-

However, I'm sure the scene

It's like a check is-

Cloudy darkness

The sky is low and cloudy,

Fly over a snowflake.

Through the rutted stables,

It is difficult to decide whether to stay.

Who treats the wind like this,

Let it complain all day.

Nature, like us,

There is usually no crown.

deceive

The sky is low, the clouds are low,

A moving snowflake

Through a barn or rut

Debate about whether it will go.

The narrow wind complains all day.

How someone treats him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught.

Without her crown.

Become a fugitive

As soon as I heard the word "escape"

Blood flow is accelerated,

Sudden expectations,

The urge to fly.

I have never heard of an open prison.

Knocked down by the soldiers,

But I dragged the fence childishly-

Just failed again!

run away

I've never heard the word "escape"

Without faster blood,

Sudden expectations,

Flying posture.

I've never heard of prison

The defeated soldiers,

But I pulled my railing childishly-

Only to fail again!

hope

"Hope" is that things have feathers.

Living in the soul,

Singing songs without lyrics,

Never stop,

Breeze is the sweetest.

There is no doubt that heavy rain will cause pain.

Will upset the birds.

Keep this warm.

Listen to it cross the wonderful ocean.

Fly over the cold fields

But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.

Even if you are extremely hungry.

"hope"

Hope is something with feathers.

Perched in the soul,

Singing songs without lyrics,

Never stop,

Hear the sweetest sound in the strong wind;

The storm must be very painful

That will make the birds shy.

Let many people feel warm.

I heard it in the coldest place,

In the strangest sea;

However, in extreme cases,

It asked me a crumb.