Dickinson's poems

I have never seen a wasteland.

I've never seen a wasteland-

I've never seen the sea-

But I know Heather's face.

And rough waves.

I've never talked to God.

I've never been to heaven-

But I seem to have passed the inspection.

I will definitely go to that place.

Cloudy darkness

The sky is low and cloudy,

Fly over a snowflake.

Through the rutted stables,

It is difficult to decide whether to stay.

Who treats the wind like this,

Let it complain all day.

Nature, like us,

There is usually no crown.

I am nobody! Who are you? (260)

I am nobody! Who are you?

Are you a nobody, too

Then let's be a couple!

Stop it! They will spread.-You know that!

How boring-it's a celebrity!

How ostentatious-like a frog-

Say your name-Long June-

Give a swamp of appreciation!

Faith is a subtle invention.

When gentlemen can see—

But the microscope is cautious.

In an emergency.

Become a fugitive

As soon as I heard the word "escape"

Blood flow is accelerated,

Sudden expectations,

The urge to fly.

I have never heard of an open prison.

Knocked down by the soldiers,

But I dragged the fence childishly-

Just failed again!

Hope (2) 254

"Hope" is that things have feathers.

Living in the soul,

Singing songs without lyrics,

Never stop,

Breeze is the sweetest.

There is no doubt that heavy rain will cause pain.

Will upset the birds.

Keep this warm.

Listen to it cross the wonderful ocean.

Fly over the cold fields

But it doesn't want my bread crumbs.

Even if you are extremely hungry.

The heart needs happiness first (536)

The heart needs pleasure first.

Then ask for pain relief;

After that, I want those little painkillers.

Relieve the pain;

Then, ask for sleep;

As the judge wishes.

And then it should be

Ask for the freedom to die.

compensation

For every moment of ecstasy

We must pay for the pain,

Sting and tremor

In direct proportion to ecstasy.

For every beautiful moment.

Will be compensated by years of meager salary,

Fight hard for half a dime and eighty cents.

And a money box full of tears.

battlefield

They fall like snowflakes, like meteors,

Like roses, petals fall one after another,

When the fingers of the wind suddenly

I wore it all through early June and summer.

Where the eyes can't find it,-

They wither in the grass with tight gaps;

But God launched his unforgivable list.

You can still summon every face.

I have no time to hate.

I have no time to hate, because

The grave will stop me,

And life is not that simple.

Can stop my hostility.

And I don't have time to love,

Just because you have to be a little diligent,

I thought a little hard love

It's hard enough for me.

My river flows to you.

My river flows to you-

Blue sea! Will you welcome me?

My river is waiting for an answer-

The sea-it looks kind and kind-

I'll invite you to the stream.

From dirty corners—

Go ahead-Hai-accept me!

my friend

My friend must be a bird—

Because it can fly!

My friend must be alone,

Because it will die!

It has barbs, like a bee!

Oh, strange friends!

You're confusing me!

Is heaven a doctor?

They say he can cure diseases;

But medicine after death

It's useless

Is heaven the national treasury?

They talked about our debts;

But that negotiation

I didn't attend.

Pain lies in characteristics.

The urgency is in that sign.

The ecstasy of farewell

Call it "death"

Speaking of sustained growth

Suffering will happen.

I know it has been approved.

Reunited with the same kind.

The mystery of pain

Pain has a blank element;

Don't remember anymore.

When it starts, or if one day,

When it doesn't hurt.

It has no future except itself,

Including its infinite territory.

That's the past. Enlighten and feel.

A new round of pain.

It's too late for mankind.

But it's still early for god.

Creation, weak help

But the rest, we can still pray.

Cannot exist locally.

How wonderful heaven is!

At that time, the expression of our old neighbor God.

How hospitable, thoughtful and considerate it will be.

Go to heaven!

I don't know when-

Please don't ask me how!

I am so surprised.

I can't think of the answer!

Go to heaven!

How sad and sad!

But it will be done.

Like a sheep coming home at one o'clock at night.

Take care of the shepherd!

Maybe you should go, too!

Who knows?

If you want to arrive first

Please leave a small space for me.

Close to the two relatives I lost-

The smallest pajamas will suit me.

There is also a small "corolla"

You know, when we got home,

We don't care about clothes.

I'm glad I don't believe it.

Because it will make me stop breathing-

I want to take another look.

What a strange world!

I'm glad they believe this.

I never found them again.

Since that autumn afternoon

I left them underground.

Who is the East?

Golden man

He may be a purple man.

Report sunrise

Who is the West?

Purple man

He may be a good man.

Send the sunset

It is such a small ship.

Staggered down the harbor!

What a magnificent sea

Draw it away!

Such a greedy and powerful wave

Flapping it off the coast;

Never imagined this solemn and magnificent sail.

I still lost my handmade boat!

I keep my oath.

I was never called-

Death didn't inform me,

I brought my roses.

I, swear it again,

Every sacred bee-

Daisies on the hillside-

In the name of the rice eater in the alley.

Flowers and I-

Her vows and mine-

I will definitely do it again.

angel

Angel, in the morning

Xu saw them in the dew:

Bend-pick-smile-fly-

Is this bud theirs?

Angel, when the hot sun is like fire

Xu saw them in the sand.

Bend-pick-smile-fly-

The flowers they took have dried up.

Answer in July

Where are the bees?

Where is the red color?

Where is the hay?

Ah, July said

Where are the seeds?

Where is Bud?

I'll let you answer

No.-May said

Show me the snow.

Show me the bell.

Show me Jay!

Picky Jay

Where is the corn?

Where is the fog?

Where are the thorns?

Here, Nian said.

The lady feeds her birds.

There is almost no interval.

The bird didn't disagree.

But meekly admit

The gap between this hand and her

Between no debris and being far away.

Faint, gently fall on

On her yellow knee, with worship.

Faith; believe

Losing a person's faith,

Far greater than losing a property;

Because the property can be relocated,

And faith cannot be rebuilt.

Faith can be inherited from life,

But only once;

Abolish a single clause to be a man

This is the abject poverty of beggars.

How far is it to heaven?

It is as far away as death;

Over the mountains,

I don't know where to go.

How far is it from hell?

It is as far away as death;

How far is the grave on the left,

The terrain is difficult to measure.

I'm afraid of having a soul.

I'm afraid of having a soul—

I'm afraid of having a body—

Deep and dangerous property—

There are no selected ingredients

Dual assets-happy limited inheritance property

To an unexpected heir—

The monarch of eternal moment

The god who rules Xinjiang.

Yesterday is history.

Yesterday is history,

It was a long time ago—

Yesterday was poetry—

This is a philosophical concept—

Yesterday was a mystery—

Where is it today?

When we think wisely,

Both of them flapped their wings and flew into the distance.

ashes

Ashes mean too much fire—

The grayest pile is great.

Because dead creatures

They used to wander around there—

Fire originally existed in the form of light.

Then the fire was very strong and the flame was very strong.

Only chemists can reveal it.

What carbonate did it become? .

He forgot-and I remember.

He forgot-I remember-

This is Christ and Peter.

Everyday things from a long time ago—

Use "the fire of the temple" to "warm them".

"You and him" —— Talking about "girls"?

"No"-Peter said, "That's not me-"

Christ just looked at Peter—

For you.-Can I do something else?

He is weak and I am strong-so.

He's weak and I'm strong—so—

He asked me to take him—

I'm weak, he's strong, so—

I asked him to take me home.

The road is not far-the door is nearby-

It's not dark either-because he went-

Not loud-because he didn't speak-

That's all I want to know.

Knocking at the door during the day—we have to separate—

Now-no one is the strongest-

He tried—so did I—

Even though we did nothing!

Because I can't stop to die.

Because I can't stop to die—

He stopped to show me friendliness and kindness—

The carriage only carries us—

And immortality.

We drove slowly, and he knew there was no need to worry.

I waved and refused.

My work and comfort,

Because he's polite—

We passed by the school and had a rest.

The children form a circle—playing games—

We passed the farmland and stared at the grain.

We missed the sunset—

That's right—he passed us—

Dew caused the cold—

Because my skirt-it's just a delicate tulle fabric.

My shawl-it's just a silk screen.

We stopped in front of a building.

It looks like a bump on the ground—

That roof is almost invisible—

It's like decorating the cornices of the earth—

Since then—for centuries—

But it still feels shorter than that day,

My first guess is the horse's head

To the eternal land—