No matter in study, work or life, everyone must be familiar with all kinds of poems. Poetry is a literary form that expresses the poet's thoughts and feelings. So what kind of poem is a good poem? The following are Tagore's classic poems edited by Bian Xiao for reference only. Let's have a look.
Tagore's classic poems 1
"Do you have to go?" Tagore
Traveler, do you have to go? The night was quiet and I slept in the Woods in the dark.
The terrace is brightly lit, full of flowers, and young eyes are still awake.
Traveler, do you have to go?
We never tied your feet with pleading arms,
What is the eternal fire shining in your eyes? What restless fanaticism is running in your blood? What is calling you in the dark? What terrible magic do you see in the stars in the sky? Does the night enter your silent and eccentric heart with sealed secret information? Tired heart,
If you don't like happy parties, if you have to be quiet,
We will put out our lights and stop playing our harp.
We just sat quietly in the rustling leaves in the dark, and the tired moon.
Will shed pale light on your window. Traveler, what sleepless spirit touched you from the heart of midnight?
Tagore's classic poems ii
The furthest distance in the world-Tagore [India]
The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death
It's that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But knowing that we love each other but can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that we can't be together when we know that we love each other, but that we can't resist this yearning, but we still pretend that we don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't resist this yearning, but that I'm still pretending that I haven't put you in my heart at all.
Instead, I dug an insurmountable ditch for the person who loves you with my indifferent heart.
Tagore's classic poems 3
Striking the heartstrings-Tagore
The music of your lyre is undulating.
The strings quietly tied a heartstring to me.
From then on, my heart jingled with the music you played all year round.
My soul fluctuates with your melody.
Your eyes are shining with my lamp of hope,
Your floral fragrance blends with my desire.
From then on, day and night, my heart shines, blooms and shakes between your peerless and charming faces.
Your face.
Tagore's classic poems 4
A brief meeting
Two colorful clouds floated from the ends of the earth,
No one knows where it came from.
Suddenly stop roaming and stop at Tianxin,
Looking at each other in the moonlight on the fourth day of the fourth year,
In the twilight, I vaguely felt deja vu.
Remember green islands, misty mountains,
At dusk, the seaside used to be dense.
Face to face, but the sadness of each side in Huai Tian,
I want to have sex, because I was shy at the first meeting.
A crescent moon hangs high in the sight of the crossroads,
The shyness of laughter hinders the intimacy of kissing;
The preparation of spring dreams closely links tired eyes.
Tell stories, smell the footsteps of Qingxi,
I have nothing to say goodbye, I have a gentle touch.
Tagore's classic poems 5
Xiao Yan
Living in a foreign country is still puzzling.
Always miss her charming smile.
I don't know when the sunset will set in the western hills.
I wonder when Haitao will stop growling.
With a smile on her delicate lips.
Like a quiet edge of the world.
Yes. Branches of the Malpighian tree
Unexpanded petals are covered with new leaves.
Tears gurgled at dusk.
Create opportunities for people to caress.
Who came all the way to Wan Li to meet Yan Yan's smile?
Teach admirers to fall in love?
When can Yan Yan laugh to death?
Meaningful glory, my simple kiss?
Tagore's classic poems 6
Be bound
Bound? Yes, everything is in chains-
Kindness, love and desire for happiness. Mother lifted her bra and held fullness in her hand.
Breast, with the flow of fresh plasma.
Nourish the soul. A thirst for milk
In the form of a blessing in the baby's mouth—
Like instinctive hunger, desire, longing,
All the attributes of the universe are due to infinite sadness and joy.
And closely related, forever.
All kinds of precious lives are gradually enriched.
Spirituality; Year after year, a new vision
Appear in the elegant Huatang.
Give up the idea of sipping milk and put the rope of maternal love
Wouldn't it be absurd to raise a knife and cut it down? !
Tagore's Classical Poetry 7
Divine love
Don't touch it, don't touch it, you go away!
Don't dye it brown with an unclean touch.
Look, things are getting worse,
You release arsenic in the breath of desire.
You don't know the buds raised by myocardial infarction
Abandon in the mire, don't spit?
Don't you know that the sea of the world is boundless?
Don't you know that the road of life is dark?
Your big dipper took off too fast,
The flower of love blooms only by God? It's a pity.
Who wants to go astray now?
Who has the heart to ravage the flowers of love?
If you put out the dazzling lights,
Your beloved life will be destroyed in your hands.
Tagore's classic poems 8
Ode to the sun
Ah, the sun, my friend,
Stretch your golden lotus!
Rise the shining giant graupel.
Split the dark clouds of suffering full of tears!
I know you're sitting among the lotus flowers,
Loose hair glistened with golden light.
Sanskrit that awakens everything.
Burning strings fly out of your arms.
this present life
At the first dawn, you kissed everything.
My pure forehead.
The light flow ignited by your kiss
There are brilliant waves surging in my heart.
A flame that never dies.
Jump and whistle in my song.
I wrote a game program with a hickey.
Dance in the rhythmic torrent.
Crazy music
Mixed with passionate feelings
Floating in all directions.
Your kiss will also make your heart cry for no reason,
Inexplicable sadness.
I would like to salute you in the burning fire.
The image of the truth I seek is a tribute.
Ancient poet, sleeping seaside
You blew the reed flute to dispel the darkness.
It is my heart;
The wind stays away from the flute hole
Lots of clouds in the sky,
The fragrant wheat straw in full bloom in the forest,
Ding-dong of rock spring.
Dynamic spring in the ups and downs of the melody
I'm all over.
My soul is a lost song.
You board the boat of music,
Embrace the vast land curiously,
Wandering on the river of years with a smile.
In the warm moonlight of Ashwin.
My bound soul
Unwilling to be lonely, restless
Like jasmine with dew.
Refracted light.
I was dumbfounded by your dancing beam on the mountain peak.
Look me in the eye.
What's in the treasure house of heat?
You gave it to me?
What dreams are woven in my heart?
All kinds of colors?
The female messenger you sent.
Painting in the high hall of Hirono,
In a flash, it's been a long time.
That intangible and wonderful fantasy
Hiding.
Laughter and bitterness return to normal-
Don't lock me up.
Ambassador Slav Moon
Hiding in trembling green leaves,
Ankle and jump? F rock
The gurgling sound of spring water;
Vissac drank the wine of the mid-month storm,
Drunk dancing, the sky shook.
The spring of parting.
Gifts are soft.
Busy for a while,
They disappeared on the horizon of poverty,
No footprints.
Ah, the sun, in your palace
The golden flute in autumn plays divine comedy.
Have a world of morning glory, dew, tears and sweet smiles.
Sometimes cheerful, sometimes melancholy.
I don't know who to listen to my song,
Suddenly there was crazy enthusiasm,
Like a monk traveling along the road of space.
Fly to you intently,
Carrying a flower basket.
A bright beggar can walk in like a sleepwalker.
Your temple?
Ah, Sun, open the door.
Hold my long-awaited song in my arms;
The bank of the fire spring pursues the baptism of "tranquility"
Wash away all confusion and fear.
Sunset in cinnabar belt at dusk
Colour her distribution line red;
Use the morning star at dawn
In her delicate eyebrows
Describe auspicious moles;
Accompanied by the powerful rhythm of the waves
Play twilight.