Whitman (18 19- 1892), 1855, Leaves of Grass 1 came out, and * * * collected 12 poems. When the ninth edition was finally published, * * * collected 383 poems. The content of this poem almost covers the main ideas of the author's life and is one of the most important poems of the author. The artistic style of Whitman's poetry is quite different from that of traditional poetry. He loved Italian operas, speeches and surging waves all his life. Western scholars point out that this is the main source of Whitman's poetic rhythm. His poems profoundly influenced American poetry in the 20th century in terms of language and theme.
I heard America singing a silent and patient spider. Captain, my captain! In Louisiana, I saw an oak tree growing in tears. At night on the beach, I was enthusiastic and happy for an hour from the rolling sea of people. My own song (excerpt)
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I hear America singing.
I hear America singing, I hear all kinds of songs,
Those mechanical workers' songs, everyone sings his natural happiness and
Magnificent songs,
The carpenter measured his board or beam while singing.
The plasterer sings his songs when he is ready to start work or get off work.
The boatman sang his song on his boat, and the deck sailor sang it on the deck of the steamboat.
Song,
The shoemaker sits on the stool and sings, while the hatter stands and sings.
A woodcutter's song, a child pulling a farm animal on the road, in the early morning, lunch break or sunset.
Singing,
A mother or young wife is sweet at work, or a girl is sweet when sewing or washing clothes.
Beautiful singing,
Everyone sings a song that belongs to him or her instead of others.
Singing songs during the day-this group is strong and friendly at night.
Young man,
Just let go of their voices and sing their magnificent and sweet songs.
(translated by Zou Jiang)
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A silent and patient spider
A silent and patient spider,
I noticed that it stood alone on a small cape.
Notice how it looks at the emptiness around it,
It shoots silk, silk, silk, from its own small,
Silk blooms from the yarn and speeds up tirelessly.
And you, my soul, where are you standing,
Surrounded and isolated in the ocean of infinite space,
Constantly thinking, exploring, projecting, looking for places to connect,
Until you build the bridge you need, until you persevere,
Until the hairspring you throw is caught somewhere, my heart!
(translated by Bai Fei)
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Oh, captain, my captain!
Oh, captain, my captain! Our sinister voyage is over,
Our ship weathered the stormy waves safely, and the reward we sought has been won.
The port is not far away, I have heard the bell, and thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
We faced our boat and went home peacefully. Our ship is magnificent and brave.
But, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops are flowing,
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Oh, captain, my captain! Get up, please listen to the bell,
Get up, flag, for you, horn, for you.
For you. The shore is crowded with people-countless bouquets, ribbons and wreaths for you.
For you, the bustling crowd are calling and turning their eager faces.
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
Under your head is my arm!
This is a dream on the deck,
You fell, you died, and you became cold.
Our captain didn't answer. His lips were pale and silent.
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse, no life,
Our ship has anchored safely, the voyage has been completed, and it is over.
The victorious ship returned from the sinister journey, and what we sought has been obtained.
Cheers. Oh, the coast! Ho, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I moved my sad steps lightly.
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
(translated by Jiang Feng)
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I saw an oak tree in Louisiana.
I saw an oak tree in Louisiana.
It stood alone, moss hanging from the branches,
Without any partners, it grows there and enters the dark green tree of joy.
Leaves,
Its bearing is rude, decent and robust, which reminds me of myself.
But I'm surprised how it can stand alone without friends around.
Become a happy leaf, because I know I can't do it,
So I broke a branch with some leaves on it and wrapped it with a branch.
Some moss,
Take it away from my sight and put it in my room.
I need not remind you, my dear friend.
Because I believe that my thoughts about them have overwhelmed me recently.
But this branch is still a beautiful symbol for me. This reminds me.
Masculine love;
Although, although this oak tree stands alone in a Liao Dynasty in Louisiana.
Shining in the vast sky,
There is not a friend or a couple nearby, but they keep coming in and giving joy all their lives.
Leaves,
I know I can't do it.
(translated by Bai Fei)