学习啦【英语诗歌】 韦彦时间：2016-09-30 16:25:53我要投稿
No Platonic Love休矣,柏拉图精神恋爱
Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
And hearts exchanged for hearts;
That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds,
And mix their subt’lest parts;
That two unbodied essences may kiss,
And then like angels, twist and feel one bliss.
I was that silly thing that once was wrought
To practise this thin love：
I climbed from sex to soul, from soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
Headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
From soul I lighted at the sex again.
As some strict down-looked men pretend to fast,
Who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess they spirits taste,
Feed yet on grosser meet;
I know they boast they souls to souls convey,
Howe’er they meet, the body is the way.
Come, I will undeceive thee, they that tread
Those vain aerial ways,
Are like young heirs and alchemists misled
To waste their wealth and days,
For searching thus to be forever rich,
They only find a medicine for the itch.
Spring SnowA snow of spring did come along last night
And flew here a dream of fairy tale
Along the carpet that was purely white
We strolled amid peach blossoms in the dale
Looking at the mountains where snow did glint
Like a palace where snow princess did stand
I forgot the dust world with all its dint
And we went along the stream hand in hand
To pluck red beans in North Land we would go
And sow them in our hearts and let them grow
There is a risk involved in everything:
Every time you share a smile,
Every time you shed a tear,
You are opening yourself up to hurt.
Some people tread slowly through life,
Avoiding the closeness risk bring
Sidestepping the things they can not understand,
Turning away from those who care too much—
Those who care stay too long,
Those who hold too tightly.
There is never an easy way to love.
You cannot approach it cautiously.
It will not wait for you to arm yourself.
It does not care if you turn away.
It is everywhere, it is everything.
Love is the greatest of all risks.
It is not reliable, it is not cautiou
It is not sympathetic.
It is unprejudiced and unmerciful.
It strikes the strongest of mind,
And brings them to their knees in one blow.
Even in the best of time love hurts.
It hurts to need, it hurts to belong,
It hurts to be the other part of someone else,
Without either of your consent.
But, from the moment it 1)overtakes you,
It hurts worse to be all alone.
The risk of love never 2)depletes;
It grows stronger and more dangerous with time.
But, it is in the total surrender of all defenses
That we, no matter weak or strong,
No matter willing or 3)captive,
No matter what, we truly experience love.
Despite the many things love is not,
Outweighing it all are the things that love is:
Love is surrender without a loss.
It is a gift without the cost.
It consumes your every thought and desire,
Every breath you take.
It is the fire that fuels you
To do more than pass through life;
It urges you, instead, to live.
No matter the outcome, having felt love,
You will never be the same.
It may scar your heart and soul
And leave you only memories of forever.
Or, it may cause every day of your life
To feel like there is no need for tomorrow.
But, love is worth it. It is worth the risk...
For in all of life,
Love is truly the only risk worth taking.