学习啦【英语诗歌】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-09-19 11:46:14
You are ...
You are the whisper in the trees,
gently carrying autumn leaves.
You are the peals of thunder,
tearing my iron clad heart asunder.
You are the winter snow,
pure white with radiant glow.
You are the flowers of spring,
a promise of new songs to sing.
You are the summer rain,
easing life's bitter-sweet pain.
You are the noon day sun,
bringing warmth to everyone.
You are the moon at night,
romancing lovers in flight.
You are the stars in the sky,
sweet kisses that never say goodbye.
From The Heart
By Nguyen, Sydney, Australia (Originally in English)
I never knew love that could be so endless;
A million words could not express.
I never knew love that could be so pure;
A burning fire could it endure.
I never knew love that could be so simple;
That gives without beeing asked.
I never knew love that could be so selfless;
Even fatigued, not stop smiling.
I never knew love that could be so unconditional;
That begins upon meeting.
Yuanming Tao didn't know music,but he kept a stringless harp.
When he was a bit high with liquor,he played the harp to express
his feelings. ——Xiao Tong: On Tao Yuanming
However, I never drink liquor.
And I do not even have a thing that can be called a harp.
I have neither tung wood,
Nor rattan bow,
Neither horse tail,
Nor ivory-like and weathered plectrum
Nor amber-like rosin.
No, no, no,
Never, never, never.
Though I know a little about music,
I have stored up not a little of worry.
I am not Yuanming Tao.
And I didn't plant five willows in front of the gate.
I am not Yuanming Tao,
So I miss the chance of playing the harp.
the full moon rises
high about my pillow
that anxious moon
a sleepless guitarist
steps out dishevelled rhythms
along moonlit streets
the heart jolting at will
then: immense calm
many silver practised circlings
no one is willing to touch those footprints
only what is past
I walk towards white night
holding myself together
those with a conscience
have no fear of frankness
the talented are terrified by concealment
that which has life
is destined to attract calamity
of the full moon, beautiful
through long darkness and deficiency
we rise brilliantly
we fall even more brilliantly from the sky
everything: immense calm