What are your favorite English poems?

I recommend Christina Rossetti?'s poems? An English poetess. I have always felt that poets are very similar to children. They can see beautiful scenery that ordinary people can't see and experience delicate emotions that ordinary people can't understand. Rossetti is such a poet who didn't grow up. Her poems are full of childlike innocence, such as this little poem:

What is heavy? Sea sand and sadness

What is brevity? Today and tomorrow.

What is fragile? Spring is full of youth?

What is depth? Ocean and truth

The whole poem is like a child's question and answer. The words used are simple, but they are full of profound meanings.

And this poem called "Who Has Seen the Wind":

Who has ever seen the face of the wind?

I'm neither you nor you.

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has ever seen the face of the wind?

Neither you nor I am.

But when the trees bow their heads,

The wind is passing. ?

The wind is colorless and tasteless, invisible and intangible. But in the poet's eyes, the wind can be seen. Although you and I didn't see it, we can know that the wind has passed through trembling leaves and small trees that bow their heads. Or children's brush strokes, full of delicate perception of beauty.

But in fact, Rossetti's life is not happy, and his two relationships have ended without results. Because of her poor health, she even longed for death. Therefore, in addition to childlike innocence, Rossetti's poems also have the theme of death. In these poems, she regards death not only as a relief, but also as a happy moment to reunite with God and all her loved and lost relatives and friends. Like this:

When I die, my dearest,

Don't sing sad songs for me;

Don't plant roses on my head,

Nor is it a shady cypress;

Be the green grass above my head

There are showers and dewdrops wet;

Remember, if you like,

Forget it if you want.

I won't see the shadows,

I can't feel the rain;

I won't hear the nightingale

Keep singing, as if in pain:

Dreaming in the twilight

Neither rising nor falling,

Maybe I'll remember,

Maybe I will forget. ?

The innocence of children and the beauty of seeing through life and death make Rossetti's poems full of unique charm. Read it after the hustle and bustle of life, and you will feel calm. I hope you like it too.

From Xia Zi, a down-to-earth intellectual. Wechat official account: Xia Zi English class