1. "Summer for thee, grant I may be" (Please allow me to be your summer)
Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson)
< p>Summer for thee, grant I may be. When summer days are flown!Thy music still, when Whippoorwill.And Oriole—are done!
For thee to bloom, I 'll skip the tomb.And row my blossoms over!
Pray gather me—Anemone—Thy flower—forevermore!
Translation:
Please allow me to be Your summer, when the time of summer is gone!
Allow me to be your music, when the nighthawks and orioles have stopped singing!
Please allow me to bloom for you, I will go through the cemetery and spread my flowers everywhere!
Please pick me - the anemone - your flower - will bloom for you forever!
2. "Shakespeare Sonnet 18"
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Translation:
Can I compare you to summer? Although you are more lovely and gentle than summer: the strong wind will make the red buds of May fade away, and the time of summer will be fleeting;
Sometimes the giant eye of the sky looks too hot, and its golden complexion It is also often obscured; and all the beauty will eventually wither and fall, stripped away by the changes of fortune and heaven;
But your eternal summer will never end, nor will the beauty you possess. will disappear, and death will never be able to boast that you wander in the shadow of death, when you will flourish forever in immortal poetry: As long as humans exist, or humans have eyes, my poems will circulate and give you life.
3. "Summer for thee, grant I may be"
Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson?)
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When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whippoorwill.
And Oriole - are done! For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb.
And row my blossoms o'er!Pray gather me -? Anemone -
Thy flower - forevermore!
Translation:
When summer flies away, I wish I were your summer;
When the nightingales and orioles are exhausted, my music still lingers around you.
In order for you to bloom, I even escaped from the cemetery and let my flowers bloom in rows and columns to surround you!
Please pick it up! The anemones blooming all over the hills, your flowers will always belong to you!
4. "Summer"
Frank Asch (Frank Asch)
When it's hot.
I take my shoes off .I take my shirt off.
I take my pants off.I take my underwear off.
I take my whole body off.and throw it in the river.
Translation:
When the weather is hot,
I throw away my shoes, I throw away my shirt
I throw away my pants, I throw away my underwear
I took off all my clothes and jumped into the river.
5.
"Harvest Home"
By Arthur Guiterman
The maples flare among the spruces,The bursting foxgrape spills its juices,The gentians lift their sapphire fringes.
On roadways rich with golden tinges,The waddling woodchucks? fill their hampers,
The deer mouse runs, the chipmunk scampers,The squirrels scurry, never stopping,
For all they hear is apples dropping.And walnuts plumping fast and faster;
The bee weighs down the purple aster --Yes, hive your honey, little hummer,
The woods are waving, 'Farewell, Summer.'
Translation:
Maple leaves in the clouds The trees swayed, the grape juice was so full that it almost overflowed, and the gentians shook their royal blue heads.
On the road sprinkled with gold, prairie dogs swaggered past filling their baskets with food, deer mice ran around, chipmunks jumped, and little squirrels hurriedly , never stay,
Because the sound of apples falling is heard in their ears, walnuts are falling faster and faster, bees gently press on purple chrysanthemums - go and collect you Honey, little bee, the forest seems to be waving, "Goodbye, summer."
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