20-05-12 It Is Not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The sun is bright, - the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing. And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue you winding river flows, It seems an outlet from...

20-05-11 I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tube...

20-05-09 The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll The Hunting of the Snark (An Agony in 8 Fits) is typically categorized as a nonsense poem written by Lewis Carroll. Written from 1874 to 1876, the poem borrows the setting, some creatures, and eight portmant...

20-05-09 诗人| 泰戈尔 译者| 冰心 I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you; but I dare not, for fear you should laugh. That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest. I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so. 我想对你说出我...

20-05-07 The Tiger By William Blake (1757 1827) Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? W...

20-05-07 露易丝格丽克（Louise Glck），美国当代女诗人，2003－2004年美国桂冠诗人。 I am against symmetry, he said. He was holding in both hands an unbalanced piece of wood that had been very large once, like the limb of a tree: this was before its second life...

20-04-22 A cake with a lit candle, Presents with ribbons and bows, A bike with pink, glittery handles, A little girl who grows and grows. What will you wish for, my love, On this, your very special day? Send your wish to God above. It will come true if you p...

20-04-22 These are my two drops of rain Waiting on the window-pane. I am waiting here to see Which the winning one will be. Both of them have different names. One is John and one is James. All the best and all the worst Comes from which of them is first. Jam...

20-04-22 At night the sun lies down for sleep And crickets sing a tune. The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep Beneath the watching moon. The masked raccoons and possums prowl Through meadows moist with dew. The fireflies flash, coyotes howl, And owls keep...

20-04-22 Sometimes I dream that I can fly. I lift and flap my arms just so, And soon Im soaring to the sky. Graceful like a bird I go. I find a fluffy cotton cloud And catch myself a comfy ride. I cannot hear a single sound, As slowly through the air I glide...