Excerpts from English poetry recitation in Grade 8.
a grain of sand
To see a world in a grain of sand and a world in a grain of sand,
A wild flower is a heaven, and a wild flower is a heaven.
Put infinity in the palm of your hand, put infinity in the palm of your hand,
Eternity will melt in an hour. Eternity is collected in an instant.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not between life and death
Not life and death.
But when I stand in front of you
But I'm standing in front of you.
But you don't know that I love you.
But you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
No, I'm standing right in front of you
But you can't see my love.
But you don't know that I love you.
But when we know that we love each other
But knowing that we love each other.
But not together.
But not together.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not in love but not together.
It's not that you can't be together when you know you love each other.
But I can't resist this yearning
But obviously can't resist this yearning.
Pretending that you were never in my heart.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that you can't resist this yearning.
It's not that you can't resist this yearning.
Pretending that you were never in my heart.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
But with my indifferent heart
But with your indifferent heart to the person who loves you.
Dig an impassable river
Dig an impassable ditch
Appreciation of English Poetry Recitation in Grade Eight
Funeral melancholy
Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone,
Stop the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Quiet the piano, with the deep drums
Carry out the coffin and let the mourners.
Let the plane hover and moan overhead.
Scribbled the information that he was dead in the sky,
Tie a crepe bow around the public's white neck
Pigeons,
Let the traffic police wear black cotton gloves.
He is my east, west, north and south,
My work week and Sunday are off,
My noon, my midnight, my conversation, my song;
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.
Don't want the stars now: put out every one;
Put away the moon and take off the sun;
Dump the ocean and clean the forest.
Because nothing will get better now.
Auden's Love Poem —— Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone,
Give the dog a juicy bone and tell it not to bark.
Dumb piano, with deep drums,
Carry out the coffin and let undertaker come.
Let the helicopter spin sadly overhead,
Information about grazing in the sky, he has passed away,
Tie the black veil around the white neck of the homing pigeon,
Let the traffic police wear black gloves.
He used to be my east, my west, my south and my north.
My working days, rest days,
My noon, my midnight, my words, my songs,
I thought love could be immortal, but I was wrong.
You don't need more stars, so pick every one.
Wrap the moon, dismantle the sun,
Dumping the sea, clearing the forest,
Because nothing will make sense.
Note: Auden is recognized as a famous modern poet and a famous homosexual. At the age of 46, I began to fall in love with 18-year-old poet Chester Kalman. Auden died of a heart attack in Vienna on 1973, and Kalman died in Athens two years later. He wrote many love poems for Chester Kalman, and this is one of them, which is called Funeral Blues.
Reading Taste of English Poetry in Grade Eight
Love is not just a word.
Love is not just a word.
It said so much.
When I saw these four letters,
I can almost feel your touch.
This only happens when
I fell in love with you.
Why is this word like this,
I have no idea.
Love is not just a word,
It also represents many meanings,
When I saw these four letters,
I can almost feel your inner touch.
But this will only happen,
After I fell in love with you,
Why is this word so magical?
I'm not sure.