Ralph Waldo Emerson
Not gold, but only people can make it.
A great and powerful nation;
For truth and honor
Persevere and endure long-term pain.
Brave people work while others sleep,
When others fly, who dares;
They have deeply established the pillars of a country.
Lift them to the sky.
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The power of a country was written by Ralph Waldo Emerson, an American poet, who is both a poet and a representative of transcendentalist writers. In this poem, he enthusiastically praised the backbone of a great nation, who fought and worked selflessly and fearlessly for truth and honor.
This poem clearly shows the great image of the backbone of this nation: for truth and honor, they stand tenaciously and endure long-term pain, and they work while others sleep. Therefore, they established a pillar of a country and made a nation strong. After reading this poem, I am determined to be a member of the national backbone when I grow up.
Although this poem is short, it expresses profound ideas. The language of this poem is simple, but its rhythm and rhyme are not only beautiful, but also easy to read aloud and recite.
The China theme of this poem: the power of the country
Not gold, only the people can make the nation great and powerful;
For truth, for honor,
They are determined and have gone through hardships.
They are fearless, others sleep, work,
It is brave for others to run away from them;
They deeply buried the pillars of the country,
And hold up the stone pillars to support the sky.
poetic sentiment
There is no gold left.
2 Poetry translation:
No gold can be preserved for many years.
The first green of nature is gold, and the first new green of nature is gold.
Her most difficult hue to grasp. It is also the color that she can't keep.
Her early leaf was a flower; Her first leaf is like a flower;
But only for one hour. However, it can only last for a moment.
Then the leaves fade, and then the new leaves like flowers degenerate into old leaves.
So Eden fell into grief. Because the Garden of Eden was in sorrow,
So day by day passed, and the dawn continued to shake the day.
There is no gold left. Precious things like gold are hard to keep.
Two roads with no choice.
2 Poetry translation:
The road Robert Frost didn't choose. Robert? frost/frostlike powder
There are two roads in a yellow forest and two roads in a yellow forest.
I'm sorry I can't go to both. Unfortunately, I can't get involved at the same time.
As a passer-by, I stood at that crossroads for a long time.
I look down as much as I can. I look down as much as I can.
It bends in the bushes; Until it disappeared deep in the jungle
Then I chose another road. Although it was fair, I chose another road.
Perhaps there is a better saying, it is lush and very quiet.
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn; Appear more attractive and beautiful.
Although both roads pass by.
I'm almost dressed, leaving few traveler's footprints.
That morning, although the leaves fell to the ground, they were both the same.
There are no black footprints in the leaves. Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Oh, I saved the first one for the next day! Oh, leave a way to see you another day.
I still know how to guide, but I know this road is endless.
I'm afraid it's hard for me to return.
Maybe sometime in a few years, I will tell this story with a sigh.
Age and age somewhere: I will sigh and look back.
Two roads diverged in the forest, and I-two roads diverged in the forest.
I chose the less traveled one, but I chose the less traveled one.
This makes everything different. From then on, it decided my life path.
Three-grain snow dust
1 Introduction: See the introduction of the author Frost, who also wrote this poem.
2 Poetry translation:
A crow is on a crowded road.
Pounced on me.
Snow dust falls into the snow.
Floating down from hemlock trees (hemlock trees usually represent death because they are common in cemeteries)
Gave my heart, my depressed heart.
The falling snow suddenly awakened the change of mood.
Save some and drive away some.
A day I regret. I am very decadent and depressed today.
or
Tieshanshuxia
Snow and dust rustle.
Spilled it all over me
That's a crow trembling.
My heart is pounding.
How subtle
A day's trouble
More than half of them have been sold.
2 Poetry translation:
Richard Corey
Edwin Arlington Robinson
Children of the Night Richard Corrie
Whenever Richard Corey goes downtown, whenever Richard Corey walks into the city.
The people on our sidewalk looked at him: we, the people on the street, opened our eyes wide.
He is a gentleman from beginning to end. He is a real gentleman from head to toe.
Clean favor, and slim empire. Chic and slim, personable.
He always dresses quietly, and his clothes are always elegant and simple.
He always speaks like a person; He always speaks softly,
But when he said, "When he says hello to people, people can't help it", his pulse still beats.
"Good morning," he sparkled as he walked. His heart was pounding and he walked brilliantly.
He is rich-yes, richer than the king-he is rich-yes, richer than the prince.
And admirable every elegant school; Read all kinds of knowledge admirably
In a word, we think he is everything. In a word, he is everywhere.
Let's hope that we are in his position. Everyone is expecting his blessing.
So we continue to work and wait for the light. We work hard and wait for the blessing.
Without meat, curse bread; There was no meat to eat for a whole month, and bread was annoying.
Richard Corey, a quiet summer night, Richard Corey, a quiet summer night.
Go home and shoot him in the head Go home and shoot you in the head.
Appreciation of Poetry: A person's wealth and talent are not directly proportional to his happiness. Many people try to be upper-class people, but who knows that upper-class people are also sad in their own world. Mainly to explain this truth ...
Five red trolleys
2 Poetry translation:
Red trolley
Author: william carlos williams
Much depends on a flock of white chickens.
Red trolley, red trolley
Shining with rain.
The white chicken next to it carries so much weight.
Six deaths, don't be proud.
1 introduction to poetry;
John? John donne (1572~ 163 1) was a British metaphysical poet in the 7th century. S Eliot is especially admired, among which brodsky and the poet who has lived in a foreign country for a long time have traveled to the European continent. He is also a handsome and promising gentleman in the court. 1598 was appointed as the private secretary of the most important knight in Elizabeth's court. His career seems bright. Dunn can also cater to those dignitaries. But in 160 1, his life took a major turning point. He secretly married a girl of 17 years old, which ruined his excellent career.
Donne's poems not only have high aesthetic feeling (often full of high sensory stimulation), strong rationality, but also have amazing individualization tendency. By using sometimes complicated, sometimes rude and direct metaphors, Donne combines feeling with reason, and his skills seem to be very much to our taste. In his worst works, his metaphor also expresses the idea of genius, which annoys the straightforward Dr. Johnson, while in his best works, his metaphor seems to be completely integrated into his thoughts.
We can compare Donne's poems with Al's very roughly. El greco's oil painting. El? Greco distorts lines, Donne distorts language. He is in no hurry to try, but in order to achieve accurate results, in order to emphasize the content, strengthen the sense, express his mind, there is no other way. El? At first glance, Greco's color looks rough and unnatural. Similarly, Donne's rhyme is not neat enough and looks rough, so the poet's reflection is rough and incoherent. In El? We will feel the inner pain and tension in greco's paintings, and this emotion can also be felt in Donne's poems. His piety is not calm, but covered by anxiety, confusion and contradiction, which seems to indicate the atmosphere of our sad times.
2 Poetry translation:
Death, don't be proud.
John donne
Death, don't be proud, although someone calls you.
Powerful and terrible, because you are not like this;
For those who you think you will overthrow
Don't die, poor death, and you can't kill me.
From rest and sleep, but your pictures,
Very pleasant; Then more things will flow from you,
Our best people will go with you,
The remaining bones, and the delivery of the soul.
You are the slave of fate, opportunity, king and despair,
Living with poison, war, disease,
Poppies or spells can also put us to sleep.
Better than your stroke; Then why are you bloated?
A sleep in the past, we wake up forever.
Death will cease to exist; Death, you will die.
Death, don't be arrogant.
Wesley Wang
Death, don't be arrogant, even though someone is watching you.
How powerful and terrible, you, the name is not true;
You think you destroyed everyone,
Poor death, they are not dead. You still can't kill me;
Rest and sleep are actually your portrayal.
You must be more comfortable than them,
The sooner our best people go with you,
The sooner the soul is rescued, the sooner the body will rest in peace.
You are the slave of fate, opportunity, monarch and fanatic.
You are in cahoots with poison, war and disease,
Opium and witchcraft can also confuse people effectively,
And it works better. Why do you tell me what to do?
When people take a nap, their spirits will always be clear.
There will be no more death, and death itself will die.
Appreciation of Poetry: This poem reveals his belief in life after death. The author compares death to rest or sleep. Death is short, but happiness after death is eternal. However, this religious concept is a novel expression of the author's dialogue about "death". This poem expresses the author's refutation of the public's view that death is "great and terrible".
Seven in the subway station
1 Introduction to Poetry: Pound himself wrote in 19 16: "Three years ago in Paris, I got off the subway car at the Treaty Station. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful face, then another, then a beautiful child's face, and then a beautiful woman. On that day, I spent the whole day trying to find words that could express my feelings. I can't find words that I think can be compared with them, and I can't find words as lovely as that sudden emotion. That night ... when I was still trying to find it, I suddenly found my way. It's not that I found some words, but that an equation appeared. ..... Not in words, but with many small color dots. ..... This "poetic imagery" is a form of superposition, that is, one concept is superimposed on another. I found it very useful for me to get rid of the predicament caused by the emotions in the subway. I wrote a 30-line poem and then ruined it ... Six months later, I wrote a poem shorter than that one. ...
2 Poetry translation:
At the subway station is at the subway station.
The appearance of these faces in the crowd; These faces in the crowd are like ghosts.
Petals on the wet black branch There are many petals on the wet black branch.
3 Poetry appreciation:
The author instantly captures and condenses the whole world. People struggle in the world, everyone is an independent individual, and they exist on their own. Almost the same expression makes them have the same face, stick to the inherent principle of survival, hide in a disguised shell, and degenerate and sink like ghostly empty souls in power, indifference, selfishness and helplessness.
What do you mean by wet black branches? Cruel reality or decadent life? After the storm, the petals are scattered and cruel, but they are beautiful and charming. What he reveals is a kind of strength, not as decisive as a moth, not as heroic as a phoenix nirvana, but as gorgeous as summer flowers and as beautiful as autumn leaves. He is long-term and tenacious. He needs more courage and endurance, more effort and endurance, but more indestructible.
The same face and scattered petals, what the poet originally wanted to express, may be a bright thing. However, too much melanin is deposited between the lines, which makes me feel really heavy and deeply afraid. Young people can only stay on the surface of life, and their perception of the world is superficial. Beauty and ugliness, purity and filth are intertwined. Tear open a gap in life, peep at the soul hidden under the calm appearance, and suddenly wake up. It turns out that life has forced them to be calm, even though they have experienced vicissitudes, even if they are scarred. The hardships of life have taught them forbearance and persistence, and given them this indestructible power, because the world has not been destroyed because of their existence. Like the remaining petals, it brings the whole spring.
Eight poisonous trees
1 introduction to poetry: William, the first important romantic poet in Britain? Blake william blake, 1757- 1827 is a complex multiple. Besides being a poet, he is also a painter and sculptor. One side of his art influences the other. He carved the illustrations of poems and paintings on a copper plate by the method he invented, and then printed and colored the pages with this copper plate. Reading Blake's works carefully, we can find that they are a whole composed of images and texts. Words are not only used to illustrate pictures, and pictures are not only used to express the original text. Both require explanatory or speculative reading.
Blake has never been appreciated by the government or the public in his life In the eyes of people at that time, he was an anti-rationalist, a dreamer and a mystic, a man far away from the world and a paranoid. His works are not valued. It was not until/kloc-at the turn of the 9th and 20th centuries that Ye Zhi and others re-edited his poems that people were surprised by his naivety and profundity. Then his letters and notes were published, and his apocalyptic paintings gradually became popular, so the position of poet and painter Blake was undoubtedly established.
2 Poetry translation
I complained to my friend:
I spoke my anger, and my anger is over. I poured out my anger and stopped complaining.
I am angry with my enemy:
I was silent, and my anger was growing secretly.
I watered it day and night in fear,
My tears flow day and night; I watered it with tears;
I use my smile, smile, gentle deception,
With soft and decisive tricks. Polish it.
It grows day and night, day and night,
Until it bears a bright apple, and even bears a bright and bright apple.
My enemies see it shine, my enemies see its brilliance,
He knew it was me. Know that it is the fruit I planted.
Stealing into my garden, wrapping the trunk in the dark that night,
When the night enveloped the pillar; He sneaked into my garden;
Good morning, I'm glad. Good morning,
My enemy overstretched under the tree. My enemy is lying upright under the tree.
Appreciation of poetry: one layer decomposition: love and hate are clear, heart for heart, return evil for good. This level is simply understood as the attitude towards the enemy.
Two levels of decomposition: poison in your heart is more terrible than your enemy. In fact, the biggest enemy is our own inner evil thoughts, and these things are the poisonous trees in our hearts.