A simple and memorable English poem
How do I love you? By Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love you? Let me count it carefully.
I love you beyond measure.
My soul can touch it, when I feel invisible.
For the purpose of existence and ideal elegance.
I love you to the level of everyday.
The quietest need, under the sunshine and candlelight.
I love you freely, like people fighting for justice;
I love you purely, just as they avoid praise.
I love with passion.
In my past grief, with my childhood beliefs.
I love you with a love that seems to have been lost.
With my dead saints, I love you with my breath,
Smile, tears, all my life! If God wills,
I will love you more after I die.
How do I love you? * * * Elizabeth Browning * * *
How do I love you? There are countless words to say:
I love you so much, so much,
It's like my soul flew to the tomb of nine days,
To explore the mysteries of life and the grace of God.
I love you day and night,
Like my daily necessities, I can't stop eating.
I love you purely, not seduced by flattery,
I love you bravely, just like fighting for justice!
Love you, with the pain of the past and the loyalty of childhood,
Love you with tears, laughter and life.
Without you, my heart would lose its saint,
Without you, my heart would be lost.
If God wills, please be my master and witness:
I will love you more and more after I die!
Simple and easy-to-remember English poems II
The reaper saw her, alone in the field,
That lonely highland girl!
Harvesting and singing alone;
Let's stop here and pass it gently!
She cut and bound the grain by herself,
Singing a melancholy tune;
Oh, listen! Because the valley is deep
Full of sound.
No nightingale has ever challenged
Give more welcome words to the tired band.
Travelers are in some dark places,
In the Arabian desert:
Never heard such a sweet voice.
From the cuckoo's spring,
Break the silence of the ocean
In the farthest hebrides.
Nobody told me what she sang?
Maybe sad numbers are flowing.
For old, unhappy, intermittent things,
And the battle long ago:
Or some humble laity,
Familiar things today?
Some natural sadness, loss or pain,
This has happened before, and it may happen again!
No matter what the theme is, the girl sings
As if her song had no ending,
I saw her singing at work,
Over the crooked sickle;
I listened quietly and did not move.
When I climbed up the mountain,
Music in my heart
I'll never hear it again after a long time.
Look at her, lying on the ground alone,
That lonely mountain girl!
One person cuts wheat and one person sings;
Stop here, or go on!
She is cutting wheat alone,
Singing a bleak tone;
Oh, listen! This valley is deep,
Full of her singing.
The nightingale is in the desert.
In the shade of Phantom Island,
Welcome to the tiring business trip,
Never sing so well;
In spring, the cuckoo sings.
In distant hebrides.
Broke the silence of the ocean,
Never made such a sweet sound.
Nobody told me what she was singing,
Perhaps this is an old and sad elegy.
Singing this distant song,
Singing this ancient war;
Maybe it's a popular folk song.
Sing today's word-of-mouth legend?
It's some inevitable sadness, death or pain,
I have had it before, and I will meet it again.
Regardless of the content, the girl is singing.
Her singing seems endless,
I watched singing and working,
After that, you have to lie on the sickle;
I listened quietly;
When I climbed the hill,
No more singing,
The lingering rhyme always haunts my mind.
Simple and easy to remember English poems III
Rainy September In rainy September, when the leaves fall into darkness,
I put my forehead on the wet seaweed.
Time has passed. I've been putting off choosing for years,
Maybe a lifetime. Ferns have no choice but to survive;
To this end, it accepted the land, water and night.
We close the door. "I have no claim on you."
Dusk. "The love with you is enough."
We know that we can live separately.
Duck floats away from the flock.
The oak tree grows leaves alone on the desolate hillside.
Men and women before us have understood this.
I can see you once a year, and you can see me once.
We will be two grains, not planted.
We stayed in the room, the door was closed and the lights went out.
I cry with you, without shame or honor.
Rainy September Rainy September, the longer and thinner the leaves are, the darker the colors are.
I was lying on my forehead on the wet beach, and the seaweed was fishy.
It's time. I've put off my choice for years,
It's probably been several generations. Brecon had no choice but to live;
Because of this shortcoming, it inherits water, earth and night.
We close the door. I don't want anything from you.
Dusk is coming. It is enough to enjoy your love.
We know that we can live far away.
After all, merganser can fly alone.
The oak tree spread its leaves at the foot of the desolate mountain.
Men and women can do this before us.
I will come to see you. You can come to see me once a year.
We will be two hulled grains, not for sowing.
We slept in the room, the door was closed and the lights went out.
I cry with you without shame and dignity.