a simple and beautiful English poem
The shepherd's daughter
alice meynell Aris Minar
She walks-The Lady of My Delight-
A shepherd's ess of Sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
she guards them from the steep.
she feeds them on the fragrant height
and folds them in for sleep.
she roams maternal hills and bright,
dark valleys safe and deep.
into that tender breast at night
the chastest stars may peep.
she walks——the lady of my delight——
a shepher dess of sheep.
she holds her little thoughts in sight,
though gay they run and leap.
she is so circumspect and right;
she has her soul to keep.
she walks-the lady of my delight-
a shepherd ess of sheep.
She is wandering-my happy girl-
The shepherd's daughter is herding sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts, and she makes them bright;
She wouldn't let them go near the cliff,
She raised them on the fragrant hills and
made them rest in the sheepfold.
Kindness hill reflects sunshine,
Peace valley, she is wandering,
There are the cleanest stars at night,
Peeking into that soft chest.
She is wandering-my happy girl-
The shepherd's daughter is herding sheep.
She takes care of her little thoughts,
though they jump wildly.
She is so careful and dignified;
cling to your soul.
She is wandering-my happy girl-
The shepherd's daughter is herding sheep.
simple and beautiful English poems ii
the soul
john Gervash
p>my soul's the sky——my flying soul!
the lightnight flare,the thunder roll,
the sun and moon and stars go by,
and great winds sweep my soul,the sky!
my brooding soul——my soul's the sea!
the snaky weed,and whishing scree,
the white wave's surge from pole to pole,
and still green depth——the sea's my soul!
my soul's the spring——my loveing soul!
will dance,and leap,and drain the bowl
of love; and longing,twine and cling
to all the world——my soul's the spring!
my fevered soul! my soul's the town!
thro'flaring street goes up and down;
the bells of feast and traffic toll
and maze their music in my soul.
my tranquil soul! my soul too wide
for sky,or spring,town,or tide!
thou traveller to outer strand
of home serene——my soul so grand!
my soul is space!
Electricity is flashing, thunder is thundering,
The sun, the moon and the stars are moving,
Sometimes a big typhoon is rolled up!
my soul is the sea!
Snake-like algae resound on the cliff,
Hundreds of waves are grounded every day,
Glass is boundless!
My soul is Yangchun,
I drink the spring of love enthusiastically,
Everything is affectionate,
I long for it, but I can't make sense of it.
my soul is the town!
the streets are criss-crossed;
the bell of the post station in the memorial day,
forms the symphony music.
My soul is too quiet.
Heaven, spring, town and Haibi can't win!
It's too clear to travel to the other side-
My soul is so bold!
Simple and Beautiful English Poems III
A London Thoroughfare 2A.M. A London main road at 2 midnight
amy lowell Amy Rovere
They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
cold,white lamps,
and lies
like a slow-moving river,
barred with silver and black.
cabs go down it,
one,
and then another.
between then i hear the shuffling of feet.
tramps doze on the window-ledges,
night-walkers pass along the side-walks.
the city is squalid and sinister,
with the silver-barred street in the midst,
slow-moving,
a river leading nowhere.
opposite my window,
the moon cuts,
clear and round,
through the plum-colored night.
she cannot light the city;
it is too bright.
it was white lamps,
and glitters coldly.
i stand in the window and watch the moon.
she is thin and lustreless,
but I love her.
I know the moon,
and this is an alien city.
People spilled water on the street,
the street glowed in the light,
the cold, white light,
lying down
slowly flowing like a river,
with silver and silver.
there is a footstep sound between them.
Footsteps doze on the windowsill,
There are people walking at night on the sidewalk.
The city is gloomy and depressed.
There is a street with silver lines in its center.
A river with no exit flows slowly.
There is a clear, round moon facing my window
,
Through the apricot sky,
She won't shine on the city;
because the city is too bright.
there are white lights in the city
emitting cold light.
I stood by the window and looked at the moon.
She was too cold to be brilliant.
But I loved her.
The moon is my old friend.
The city is in a foreign land.