日期：2008-03-14 My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky： So was it when my life began； So is it now I am a man； So be it when I shall grow old， Or let me die！ The Child is father of the Man； And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by na... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 I 0 wild West Wind， thou breath of Autumn's being， Thou， from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven， like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing， Yellow， and black， and pale， and hectic red， Pestilence-stricken multitudes： 0 thou， Wh... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck， And yet methinks I have astronomy； But not to tell of good or evil luck， Of plagues， of dearths， or seasons' quality； Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell， Pointing to each his thunder， rain， an... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes， I all alone beweep my outcast state， And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries， And look upon myself and curse my fate， wishing me like to one more rich in hope， Featured like him， like him wi... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past， I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought， And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste： Then can I drown an eye， unused to flow， For precious friends hid in... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme； But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone， besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn， And broils root out th... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves， or none， or few， do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold， Bare ruined choirs， where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after suns... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 From you have I been absent in the spring， When proud-pied April， dressed in all his trim， Hath put a spirit of youth in everything， That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him， Yet nor the lays of birds， nor the sweet smell Of different flo... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun； Coral is far more red than her lips' red； If snow be white， why then her breasts are dun； If hairs be wires， black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked， red and white， But no such rose... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Naked you are simple as one of your hands； Smooth， earthy， small， transparent， round. You've moon-lines， apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba； You've vines and stars in your hai... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy； But I hung on like death： Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf； My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 I whispered， 'I am too young，' And then， 'I am old enough'； Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. 'Go and love， go and love， young man， If the lady be young and fair.' Ah， penny， brown penny， brown penny， I am looped in t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up， waterproof， like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write， for example， 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.' The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her， and sometimes sh... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join him right there， but now he's gone with his shaggy coat， his bad manners and his cold nose， and I， the materialist， who never believed in any promised... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted like the dwarves at dawn. It is the hour of departure， oh deserted one！ Cold flower heads are raining over my heart. Oh pit of debris... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 We have lost even this twilight. No one saw us this evening hand in hand while the blue night dropped on the world. I have seen from my window the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops. Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand.... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Don't go far off， not even for a day， because because I don't know how to say it： a day is long and I will be waiting for you， as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else， asleep. Don't leave me， even for an hour， bec... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses， Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake Of our boat that is made of flowers， Feasted， we guide it - our fingers Like tallows adorned with yellow metal - Over the sky's hot rim，... 阅读全文>>

日期：2008-03-14 When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn； when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me， and snaps the purse shut； when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades... 阅读全文>>