学习啦【英语诗歌】 韦彦时间：2017-07-26 15:42:38我要投稿
Suppose birds should fly in now,
But they are not yet seen.
Why is the wood so patiently keen?
In the North Mountain there is a net.
Maybe it is stretched, isn't it yet?①
Suppose it is already gloomy in my hometown,
And there comes rain drops shooting at people.
My country folk that are running in the rain
Are still thinking about the sunny days in the future?
Suppose the rooster is itching to crow,
But it keeps silent.
The timid children would go panic.
Mom, has the weasel come?
Suppose Spring has learn to cheat,
Then the earth would say: this is not spring.
The hoe would go rusty,
The exploiter would carry away his prophesy of harvest.
At dawn of May 21, 1979 When Kunming was still covered by the night curtain.
Note: ancient ballad:There is a bird in South Mountainand inthe North Mountain a net isstretched open. The bird flies high and the net remains idle.
EBB "The sonnets from the Portuguese", No. XV
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we too look two ways, and can not shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline, --
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee -- on thee --
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory!
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers of the bitter sea.
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
Therefore desire of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade;
Since from thee going he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.