Excerpts from classic English poems: bosom friends of the night.
Know your intimate friends at night.
I am a person who is familiar with the night.
I walked out and came back in the rain.
I have walked out of the farthest city light.
I have seen the saddest city road.
I passed the watchman on patrol.
Hang down your eyes and refuse to explain.
I thought I knew that night a long time ago.
I went out in the rain and came back in the rain.
I crossed the border illuminated by street lamps.
I think the alleys in the city are the worst.
I passed the night watchman knocking at the door,
I didn't want to talk much, so I lowered my eyes.
I stood still and stopped the sound of footsteps.
When there was an interrupted cry in the distance
The house from another street,
But not to call me back or say goodbye;
But also at an incredible height.
A luminous clock on the sky background
Declaring that time is not wrong or right.
I am a person who is familiar with the night.
I stopped, and I couldn't hear my footsteps anymore.
Go up the roof from another street.
There was a broken cry,
That's not asking me to go back or say goodbye;
In a higher place far from the world,
There is a clock hanging and flashing,
It claims that the time is good and incorrect,
I thought I knew that night a long time ago.
Appreciation of English Classical Poetry in Heishuitan
In Blackwater Pond
Author: mary oliver
In the black water pond, the churning water has calmed down.
After a night of heavy rain.
I reached into the cup. I drink
A long time. It tastes.
Like stones, leaves, fire. It's getting cold
Enter my body and wake up the bones. I heard it.
Deep in my heart, whispering.
Oh, what's that beautiful thing?
What just happened?
Heishuitang
It rained all night.
The boiling water in the black pond calmed down.
I took one. Slowly
Drink it. Its taste
Like stones, leaves, fire. The weather is getting cold.
Pour it into my body and wake up the bones. I heard you.
Deep in my body, whispering
Oh, this fleeting beauty
What is this?
Appreciation of Classical English Poetry: Farewell to Cambridge in English
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I quietly waved goodbye.
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river
Is a young bride in the sunset;
Their reflections in the waves.
Always haunting my heart.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
A floating heart growing in the mud
Swing leisurely underwater;
In the soft waves of Cambridge
I will be a water plant!
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
The pool in the shade of elm trees
It is not water, but a rainbow in the sky;
Break into pieces in duckweed
Is it the precipitation of a rainbow-like dream?
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
To dream? Just to prop up the boat and go upstream
Go to a greener place;
Or make the boat full of stars
Sing loudly under the starlight.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
But I can't sing loudly.
Silence is my farewell music;
Even summer insects pile up silence for me.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I gently waved my sleeve.
I won't take away a cloud.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
The appreciation of classical English poetry ends here.
An end
Author: Christina Rossetti?
Love as strong as death is dead.
Come on, let's make his bed.
In the dying flowers:
The green turf on his head;
There is a stone at his feet.
We can sit on it.
On a quiet night.
He was born in spring,
Die before harvesting:
On the last warm summer day
He left us; He won't stay.
Autumn dusk is cold and gloomy.
We sat at his grave and sang.
He left.
To a few chords and sadness and low
Sing us like this:
Are our eyes fixed on the grass
With the passage of time,
When we think of everything in the past,
A long time ago.
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Christina. Rossetti (same)
Love, as tenacious as death, is dead,
Come on, among the withered flowers,
Let's find a rest place for it.
Plant grass next to its head,
Put another stone at its feet,
So we can sit on it,
In the quiet moment of dusk.
It was born in spring,
But he died before the autumn harvest;
On a warm summer day,
It left us and never came back!
It is afraid of autumn dusk,
The weather is cold and gloomy.
We sat by its grave,
Sigh his death.
Gently pluck the strings,
We sang sadly in a low voice:
? Our eyes looked at the green grass,
When the years go by, they are also covered with sadness;
Everything in front of me seems to be yesterday.
But that was a long time ago! ?