1, binding ideas
Carl sandburg, Mercal
I want to go to the beach, the fields,
Tears, laughter.
I thought about the home I built—
It was blown away by the wind again.
I want to party,
But every party is a farewell.
I think of the stars running in loneliness,
The orioles are in pairs, and the sunset is crazy.
Disappear into the darkness.
I want to cross the vast universe,
Go to the next planet,
Go to the last planet.
I want to leave a few tears,
And some laughter.
2. "Dickinson's Poems"
Create a grassland ...
Create a grassland,
There is only one alfalfa and one bee.
Alfalfa, bees,
Plus daydreaming.
Daydreaming is enough,
If you can't find the bees.
Wait an hour, it's too long.
Wait an hour, it's too long-
If love happens after that-
Waiting for ten thousand years, not long-
If, finally, there is love in return.
I am nobody. Who are you?
I am nobody. Who are you?
You too, nobody?
We are a couple! But don't tell!
You know, they will cause a sensation!
Being an important person is boring!
Like a frog, enjoying the swamp-
Throughout June, put your personal name
Noisy-how ostentatious!
I can, give more. What?
If you are a wild bee—
I can, give more. What?
Because I dedicate it to the Queen-
Just a bunch of flowers?
No ship can be like a book.
No ship can be like a book.
There is no horse like it.
A page of jumping lines—
Take people far away.
Even the poorest people can go to this channel.
There's no need to worry about tolls-
What an economical car this is-
Carrying the human soul.
A stormy night, a stormy night
Storm night, storm night!
If I'm with you,
Stormy night is
Luxury happiness!
Wind, weak-
Heart, already in Hong Kong-
Compass, no need,
Charts, no need
Rowing in Eden—
Ah, the sea
I wish I could, tonight,
Stop in your waters.
I have never seen a wasteland.
I've never seen a wasteland—
I've never seen the ocean—
But I know what Heather looks like *
Know what the waves look like.
I've never talked to God.
Never been to heaven—
But I know the location of heaven
I seem to have a photo in my hand.
Keywords heather, evergreen shrub,
Hair grows on barren wasteland.
3. Dawn
Cold and agile hands
Take off the shadow bandage layer by layer.
I opened my eyes.
I also
live in
One is still
Right in the middle of the new wound.
here
My steps in this street
Echo in
On another street.
over there
I heard my footsteps.
It rang in this street.
here
Only fog is real.
friendship
It's time to look forward to the long hair of the lamp.
continuously
Fall on the table
Night makes the windows huge.
No one has been here.
Only nameless existence surrounds me.
identify
There is a bird chirping in the yard.
Like a coin falling into a piggy bank.
A breeze blew, and its feathers
Turned around and disappeared,
Maybe there are no birds,
I'm not the one in my yard either.
4. "I would like to be a torrent"
Petfi
I'd rather be the rapids,
mountainous
Rivers,
On the rugged road,
Pass over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish,
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Nest among the branches and sing.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut,
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly with pleasure.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wandering around lazily,
As long as my lover
A coral sunset,
Next to my pale face, it shines brightly.
Well, we won't wander together again.
Ying Byron
Well, we don't roam together anymore,
Kill this deep night,
Although this heart is still infatuated,
Although the moonlight is still so bright.
Because the sword will wear out the scabbard,
The soul also grinds its chest hard enough,
This heart must stop breathing,
Love needs rest.
Although the night is for love,
Soon, it's daylight again,
But in this moonlit world,
We no longer walk together.
6. High platform
Czesiaw Miiosz
A platform hanging high on the bright sea.
We were the first people in the hotel to go downstairs for breakfast.
In the distance, on the horizon, the big ship is moving.
At King sigismund Augustus High School.
We often start a day with a song about dawn.
"When the sun warms my eyes,
I'm awake.
Feel the almighty god
Right here. "
I've been trying to answer this question all my life:
Where does evil come from?
People can't suffer so much,
If God is in heaven,
Around you.