Author: William Butler Yeats (William Butler Yeats)
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire and take down the book.
Tired of sitting by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the year.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep.
Your soft eyes and deep aura.
How many people love your joyful and elegant moments?
How many people like your flash in the pan,
Love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity.
Love your beauty, hypocrisy or truth,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul.
Only one person loved your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your aging face
Love the scars of years on your sad face.
Bend down by the glowing fireplace.
Bend over the hood,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Meditation and muttering,
Pacing on the mountains overhead
How love dies, how to climb mountains,
Hide his face among the stars.
How to hide your face among the stars?
Second, funeral Bruce funeral Bruce.
Author: W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks and cut off the telephone.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone,
Stop a dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Give the dog a juicy bone and tell it not to bark.
Quiet the piano, with the deep drums
Dumb piano, with deep drums,
Take out the coffin and let the mourners come.
Take out the coffin and let the mourners in,
Let the plane hover and moan overhead.
Let the helicopter spin sadly overhead.
Scribbled the message "He is dead" in the sky.
He left, he wrote a message in the sky,
Tie a crepe bow around the pigeon's white neck.
Tie the black yarn around the white neck of the homing pigeon.
Third, "If I have never seen the sun", if I have never seen the sun,
Author: Emily Dickinson Emily Dickinson
If I hadn't seen the sun
I could have put up with the darkness
I can stand shadows.
If I hadn't seen the sun
But to light up a new wilderness
However, the sunshine makes me desolate.
My wilderness
Become a new desolation
4. For whom does the meditation bell ring?
Author: john donne john donne
No one is an isolated island
No one is an island.
Each is a part of this continent.
Everyone is a part of a continent.
The main part is that if a clod is washed away by the sea.
If the waves wash away a rock,
The motherland is less, and if a cape.
Europe will become less, just like a cape that has lost a corner.
And if your own way, or your friends.
With the loss of a piece of your friend or your own territory, everyone's death is my sorrow.
Everyone's death is my loss, because I am a part of mankind.
Because I'm alone,
So don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you.
So, don't ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you!
5. In Sally Garden, my love is here.
Author: William Butler Yeats William Butler Yeats
In Sally Garden, I met my lover.
Deep in Sally Garden, my lover and I once met.
She walked through Sally's garden with little snow-white feet.
She walked to the end of the garden with discerning feet.
She told me to love easily, because leaves grow on trees.
She told me to love simply, just like the new green sprouting on the branches.
But I, being young and stupid, don't agree with her.
But I am young and ignorant, and I don't want to accept her heart.
In the field by the river, my lover and I used to stand together.
In the remote riverside wilderness, my love stands side by side with me.
She put her snow-white hand on my sloping shoulder.
On my leaning shoulder, she stretched out her pure white arm.
She told me to live an easy life, because the grass grows on the bank.
She told me to live calmly, like grass growing on the shore.
But I was young and ignorant then, and now my eyes are full of tears.
But I am young and ignorant, and I have already burst into tears.