Dylan? Thomas English Poetry: Accepting the Sun
Let the sun enter your nest.
Let the sun shine into your high nest,
The eagle is a strong bird.
The eagle is a strong bird.
The light came carefully.
The light shot carefully into the nest,
Discover and then attack;
Look for follow-up effects;
Harden the frost
Let the frost harden,
And shining rain
Glittering rain
Drop your wings,
On your wings,
Brushed tired feathers.
Bruise tired feathers.
I built a fortress with a bunch of flowers;
I built a fortress with a bunch of flowers;
Wisdom is stored with cloves.
Wisdom stores lilacs.
The head of a bright poppy.
And that shiny bouquet of poppies
I bury, I travel to find pride.
I am proud to bury and travel.
In the days of Mrs. Frankincense
At Ms. Frankincense's age,
Give off her scent in urban buildings.
The fragrance is overflowing and permeates the buildings of the city.
Where is greater love?
Where there is greater love,
To be strong and victorious.
Muscular, a total victory,
Than seagulls and fierce eagles
More than seagulls and fierce eagles,
Who doesn't break it?
Who can't break it?
Pay attention to strength!
Pay attention to a kind of power!
This is a weapon that can be turned back.
Weapons can stop moving forward.
From the ingenious hand.
From a skillful hand
It came from the air.
From the colliding air.
Dylan? Thomas English Poetry: Let me listen to your voice.
Let me listen to your voice,
Let me understand your voice,
The notes you build flow from your throat.
The notes you imagine are surging in your throat,
Dry, mechanical gestures,
Dry and inflexible gestures,
Grab the shaft
Catch up with this light,
Although it is so straight and unbending;
Despite this directness and decisiveness;
Then, when I spoke,
Then, when I spoke,
The Illuminati will come along a firm route.
The light will come in and form a firm straight line.
Then catch the night
And then catch up with the evening,
Wade through her dark cave with fierce wings.
Spread her fierce wings and wade through her dark cave.
Oh, eagle mouth,
Oh, eagle mouth,
I'm here to pluck your hair,
I'll unplug you,
Take away your strange feathers,
Pull out your strange feathers,
Although your anger is no small matter,
Although your anger is no small matter,
Take you to my own place
Take you into my territory,
There will never be frost there,
Without the first frost,
Nor is it any drop of petals.
None of the petals fell off.
Dylan? Thomas English Poetry: Oak Tree
Intense colors escape from the branches,
The strong colors disappeared from the branches,
Wrapped in invisible scattered uneven leaves.
Wrap up the fallen leaves and turn a blind eye.
The dangerous reflection disappeared in the evening.
Dangerous reflection, soaked in the night,
Circling, blurring the fluctuation of the forest.
Ascension makes the forest empty and ups and downs.
Some simple hiding, some uncertain things.
It's a little dry, a little uncertain,
Under the deep bark, calling and playing soft music.
Deep in the bark, the sound calls and the music is silent.
Dylan? Thomas English Poetry: The Clown on the Moon
My tears are like drifting quietly.
My tears fall like petals.
Petals of some magical roses;
Quietly floating from the magical rose;
All my sadness comes from cracks.
All my sadness floated out of the cracks.
I don't remember the sky and snow.
Floating from snowflakes and forgotten skies.
I thought, if I touch the earth,
I think if I touch the earth,
It will collapse;
The earth will collapse;
It's so sad and beautiful,
So sad and beautiful,
Very much like a dream.
So similar, like a dream.