|
日期：2007-09-19 A FONT OF TYPE THIS latent mine - these unlaunch'd voices - passionate powers， Wrath， argument， or praise， or comic leer， or prayer devout， （Not nonpareil， brevier， bourgeois， long primer merely，） These ocean waves arousable to fury and... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 AS I SIT WRITING HERE As I sit writing here， sick and grown old， Not my least burden is that dulness of the years， querilities， Ungracious glooms， aches， lethargy， constipation， whimpering ennui， May filter in my daily songs.... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 Where has Maid Quiet gone to， Nodding her russet hood？ The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood. O how could I be so calm When she rose up to depart？ Now words that called up the lightning Are hurtling through my heart.... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide； When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay； Our hearts endure the scourge， the plaited thorns， the way Crowded with bitter faces， the wounds in palm and side， The vinegar-heavy sponge，... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 Though you are in your shining days， Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise， Be not unkind or proud， But think about old friends the most： Times bitter flood will rise， Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 O women， kneeling by your altar-rails long hence， When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer， And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense； Bend down and pray for all that... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 SAIL OUT FOR GOOD， EID？LON YACHT！ HEAVE the anchor short！ Raise main-sail and jib - steer forth， O little white-hull'd sloop， now speed on really deep waters， （I will not call it our concluding voyage， But outset and sure entrance to the tr... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 LINGERING LAST DROPS AND whence and why come you？ We know not whence， （was the answer，） We only know that we drift here with the rest， That we linger'd and lagg'd - but were wafted at last， and are now here， To make the passing shower's conc... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 GOOD-BYE MY FANCY GOOD-BYE1 my fancy - （I had a word to say， But 'tis not quite the time - The best of any man's word or say， Is when its proper place arrives - and for its meaning， I keep mine till the last.）... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 ON， ON THE SAME， YE JOCUND TWAIN！ ON， on the same， ye jocund twain！ My life and recitative， containing birth， youth， mid-age years， Fitful as motley-tongues of flame， inseparably twined and merged in one - combining all， My single soul -... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 MY 71ST YEAR AFTER surmounting three-score and ten， With all their chances， changes， losses， sorrows， My parents' deaths， the vagaries of my life， the many tearing passions of me， the war of '63 and '4， As some old broken soldier， after a... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 APPARITIONS A VAGUE mist hanging 'round half the pages： （Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul， That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions， concepts， non-realities.）... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows Have pulled the Immortal Rose； And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept， The Polar Dragon slept， His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering deep to deep： When will he wake f... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 Were you but lying cold and dead， And lights were paling out of the West， You would come hither， and bend your head， And I would lay my head on your breast； And you would murmur tender words， Forgiving me， because you were dead： Nor would you... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-19 Had I the heavens embroidered cloths， Enwrought with golden and silver light， The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light， I would spread the cloths under your feet： But I， being poor， have only my dreams； I... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-11 ... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-11 ... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-11 ... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-11 ... 阅读全文>> 日期：2007-09-11 ... 阅读全文>> |
|
