English poems about beautiful love 1
John donne's A Lesson of Shadow, bilingual:
Stand still and I'll read it to you.
Philosophy lecture on love, love.
The three hours we spent,
Walking here, two shadows are gone.
With us, we made it ourselves.
But now the sun is above us,
We do those places where shadows tread,
And brave clarity, everything is reduced.
So when our baby's love grows,
Camouflage, and shadow, flow.
From us and our care; But that's not the case now.
Please stand for a moment and listen to a lesson.
Dear, talk about the philosophy of love.
We have been walking here for three hours.
There are two shadows around us,
This shadow comes from ourselves;
Now the sun is shining overhead,
We step on our own shadows,
Everything looks beautiful and clear.
This is how our love Miao grew up.
So is our cover-up
Gradually disappear. But this is no longer the case.
Love has not reached the highest level,
It is still diligent lest others should see it.
That kind of love has not reached its peak,
While it's still trying to avoid other people's eyes.
Except that our love stays at this noon,
We will have a new shadow.
Because the first people were blinded.
Others, these are in the back
It will affect ourselves and blind our eyes.
If our love becomes dim and fades to the west,
To me, you, false, yours.
I will hide my behavior from you.
The shadows of the morning fade away,
But these days are getting longer and longer.
But o! If love declines, the days of love will be short.
Unless our love stops at noon,
We will create a new shadow on the other side.
The first shadow is used to deceive others,
Later, shadows were used to deceive us—
Deal with yourself and deceive your eyes.
If our love fades away,
I will treat you, you treat me.
Keep their actions secret.
The shadow of the morning is disappearing,
The shadow of the afternoon keeps developing.
Once love declines, its future is short!
Love is a growing light,
His short minute, after noon, is night.
Love comes into this world with a full and unchanging light,
But if it's past noon, the next minute is evening.
Beautiful love English poem 2
On his fallen wife.
Milton
I think I saw my late betrothed saint
As Alcestis was brought back from the grave,
Who? Jupiter's great son gave her pleasure, Hu * * * and gave it,
Although pale and powerless, she was forcibly saved from death.
I seem to see my dead wife,
Like an alchemist coming back from the grave,
From Joaf's great son to her husband,
Rescued from death, pale and powerless.
I'm like someone who washed away from the stain on the crib,
The purification in the old law really saved,
In this way, I believe again.
Looking at her freely in heaven,
My alchemy washed away the stain of puerperium,
Purify according to ancient laws and regulations, and keep flawless white jade;
So, for a time, it seems that the light has regained.
Seeing her in heaven without obstacles and clarity,
Dressed in white, pure as her thoughts;
Her face is invalid, but in my imagination,
Love, sweetness and kindness shine on her.
So clear, no face is happier.
All white clothes, as pure as her heart,
Her face is covered with gauze, but in my imaginary eyes,
She obviously exudes love, kindness and charm.
Nothing is more pleasing than this face.
But she hugged me.
I woke up, she ran away and brought my night back during the day.
But, ah! When she tried to bend down and hug me,
I woke up, she ran away, and the day brought back my night.
* * * Zhu Yi * * *
English poems about beautiful love 3
The Infinity of Lovers * * * The Infinity of Lovers * * * Bilingual in Chinese and English:
If I haven't got all your love,
Dear, I will never have everything;
I can't sigh, move,
Can't pray for another drop of tear drops;
All my wealth should buy you,
Sighs, tears, vows, and letters I spent;
But I won't owe you any more,
Than the meaning of the transaction.
If the gift you love is one-sided,
Some for me, some for others,
Honey, I will never have you.
If I don't get all your love,
I will never get all this;
I can't spit out another touching sigh,
I can't let any more tears flow,
Sighs, tears, vows, love letters,
These treasures that should have been bought for you are all in vain.
If you don't give all your love,
Only according to the share distribution set by the transaction,
Give me some, and give others some on average.
The gift you love is broken and incomplete,
Honey, I will never get it all.
Or if you give me everything,
Everything is just everything you have;
But if in your heart, because there is or will be.
New love created by others,
Their stocks are intact, and they can be in tears.
In sighs, in vows, in letters, the bid is higher than mine,
This new love may lead to new fears,
Because this love has not been sworn by you.
However, your gift is average;
The earth, your heart is mine; anyway/no matter what/ in any case
Growing up there, honey, I should have everything.
If you give me all your love,
That's just all the love in the past,
If another man sneaks into your heart,
Let you have a new love now or in the future,
Their capital is complete, and they can sigh with tears.
Vows and love letters satisfy your vanity,
New love leads to new fears,
Because this kind of love deviates from your original intention.
In that case, your gifts will be widely given to everyone.
Your heart belongs to me, no matter what grows on this land,
I should have everything.