Sonnets 18
Can I compare you to a summer day?
You are more lovely and gentle.
The wind shook the lovely buds of May,
The lease in summer is too short.
Sometimes the eye of heaven shines too hot,
His golden complexion often darkens,
Every market sometimes declines,
Accidental, or natural changes without pruning:
But your eternal summer will not die,
Or lose the beauty you know,
Death will not boast that you want to rest in his shade,
When you grow up in eternal lines of poetry,
As long as human beings can breathe and see,
This is eternal, which gives you life.
Early English may not be easy to understand. You-you (accusative) thought-you (nominative) you-you.
Art-ha-ha-ha, is everything okay?
Isn't it beautiful ~ ~ Comparing "you" to the beautiful sky in England is far from describing your beauty. . . It is also a controversial poem. Whether this poem is written for friends or lovers, there are different opinions.
A lyric poem written by william wordsworth in 1804. Beautiful ~ ~ ~ I am like a lonely cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
I wander alone, like a cloud.
Floating on high valleys and hills,
Suddenly, I saw a group of people,
A group of golden daffodils:
By the lake, under the tree,
Dance in the breeze.
Continuous as a shining star
Shining in the milky way,
They lined up in an endless line.
Along the edge of the bay:
I saw 10 thousand at a glance,
Shake their heads in a cheerful dance.
The waves beside them danced; But they
Cheerfully better than sparkling waves;
Poets can't help being happy;
In such a happy company;
I stared-stared-but seldom thought of it.
How much wealth this program has brought me.
Often, when I lie on the sofa.
In a daze or brooding mood,
Their eyes flashed in the ward.
This is lonely happiness;
Then my heart was filled with happiness,
Dancing with daffodils.
Wordsworth argues that poetry should describe "the emotions recalled in peace". On the one hand, he praised nature, on the other hand, he hinted at his loneliness and yearning for freedom. In his poems, nature seems to have the ability to heal people's mental trauma.
Finally, Michael Jackson's "Leaving Early" is a lyric poem. Heartbreaking beauty.
Like a comet
Flames across the night sky
Walk too fast
Like a rainbow
transitory
Walk too fast
sparkle
Very bright
One day here.
Disappeared one night
Like losing sunlight.
On a cloudy afternoon
Walk too fast
Like a castle.
Built on the beach
Walk too fast
Like a perfect flower
That's beyond your power.
Walk too fast
Born for entertainment, inspiration and pleasure.
One day here.
Disappeared one night
Like a sunset
Die as the moon rises.
Walk too fast
Walk too fast
They are all beautiful words. One can never get tired of reading it thousands of times. I am happy to share good things with my friends and discuss them together when I have time.