Foreign Poetry in Spring 1 1, Evening in Spring
Turgenev (Russia)
Golden clouds
Flying on the still earth;
Vast and silent fields,
Shining with the light of dew;
The stream gurgled in the shadow of the canyon.
The thunder of spring rang in the distance,
A lazy breeze is among the leaves of poplars.
Incite with bound wings.
The tall Woods were silent and motionless,
Green and dark forests are silent.
Only occasionally, in the deep shadow,
A sleepless leaf is rustling.
Stars, Venus of beautiful love,
Shining in flames at sunset,
How bright and sacred my heart is,
As light as childhood.
2. Spring prayers
Frost (USA)
Oh, please give us joy in flowers today;
Please don't let us think too far.
Like those uncertain gains; Let's stay.
Here, in the most energetic spring of the year.
Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard.
Nothing is like during the day, and it is like a ghost at night;
Let's be happy among the happy bees,
When bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let's be happy among the flying birds.
When their voices suddenly came from above the bees,
With a beak like a needle tip, a meteor squeezed in.
Rush through a quiet flower in midair.
Because this is love, nothing else,
Love exists for God, because love.
He can deify himself at will,
But this love needs us to practice.
3. Spring
Saba (Italy)
I don't like spring,
How much I want to tell you.
The first ray of sunshine in spring
Turn the corner of the street,
Hurt me like a sword.
Bare branches
On the bare land
A vague shadow
Makes me upset,
It seems possible for me.
should
Get regeneration.
Your arrival
Make the grave look unsafe.
Ancient spring
You are more cruel than any season.
Because of you, everything came back to life.
Destroyed because of you
Foreign Poetry in Spring 2 1, Spring
Hopkins University (UK)
Nothing is more beautiful than spring.
The swaying grass is tall, beautiful and lush;
Thrush eggs are like low altitude, and thrush sounds.
Listen in the echoing Woods,
Listening to it sing, it feels like lightning bombardment;
The flowers and leaves of pear trees are bright and clear.
Brush the drooping blue sky; Blue is really passionate,
Really rich; Lambs can't help running and playing.
What are these pleasures that nourish the soul?
It is the essence of the earth at the beginning of Eden.
Before it becomes boring or gloomy.
Before being eroded by sin, the son of the virgin,
Win the innocent hearts of young people,
You have many choices, and it's worth choosing, Lord Christ.
2. Spring Day-Dedicated to Dear Mika Fofanov
Sevillanen (Russia)
Spring is as hot as gold,
The whole city is sunny and clean!
I am me again: I am young again!
I am full of happiness and love again.
The heart is singing, eager to run to the ridge.
I regard everyone as "you" ...
How vast! How free!
What a beautiful song! What beautiful flowers!
It is best to ride in a carriage and bump at will!
It is best to walk on the green grass!
Look at the rosy face of the peasant woman.
Embrace your enemies like friends!
Make a sound, broad-leaved forest in spring!
Planting grass! The flowers are blooming, lilacs!
There are no sinners among us: everyone is right.
How can such a beautiful day not be like this!
3. In spring
Merrick (German)
I'm lying on this spring hill:
White clouds become my wings,
A bird flies in front of me.
Ah, tell me, lonely girl,
Where are you? Let me stay with you!
But you are the wind, and you are all homeless.
My heart is open, like a sunflower,
In love and
Hope clock
Desire and expansion,
What do you expect in spring?
When can I be quiet?
I saw the white clouds moving and the river running.
The golden kiss of the sun
Deep into my blood;
My drunken eyes
It's like falling asleep,
Only my ears are still listening to the buzz of bees.
I've thought a lot about this and that,
I am expecting, but I don't know what to expect;
Half is sadness, half is happiness;
My heart, oh, let me ask you,
In the shadow of golden green branches
What memories are you weaving?
Indescribable past days!
4. Spring
Hans Caroca (Germany)
The sun stood in the cathedral square again,
The children are playing by the ancient well.
A flock of pigeons glistened like brass on the steps,
The clouds are floating and heavy.
Just like a sponge absorbs enough light. It's spring.
An open window in the cathedral square.
There is a gaunt girl sitting in the town.
She doesn't look at clouds or beautiful pigeons.
She had to cover for a woman she didn't know,
Sewing dance clothes, making silk hats,
The whole day often adds half a night,
Hands and feet are often frozen stiff.
Occasionally, when in the abdomen.
The fetus beats gently,
The dull little soul seems to touch the light,
Her bitter lips are now rosy. It's spring.
5. The moment of spring
Haydn Stein (Sweden)
Now, people feel sorry for the dead,
They can't be in spring
Bathed in the sun
Sitting on a bright and warm hillside full of flowers.
However, the victim may be whispering.
Tell primroses and violets,
No one alive can understand.
The dead know more than the living.
When the sun goes down,
Maybe they will be happier than us.
Wandering in the shadow of the night,
Those mysterious ideas,
Only the grave knows.