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[星子]

1。 Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

[[ANNA]]

1。 Hope is the Thing with Feathers by Emily Dickinson

HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

[星子]

Daffodils a poem by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but .,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[[ANNA]]

Daffodils a poem by William Wordsworth


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but .,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

[星子]

A Noiseless Patient Spider a poem by Walt Whitman



A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

[[ANNA]]

A Noiseless Patient Spider a poem by Walt Whitman



A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

[星子]

When we two are parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

----
Question:
: They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;

Why?

[[ANNA]]

When we two are parted
Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

----
Question:
: They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;

Why?

[星子]

The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
Emily Dickinson

The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers when a Boy
And Tinder guessed by power
Of Opposite to balance Odd
If White a Red must be!
Paralysis our Primer dumb
Unto Vitality


----I don't understand, who help to explain? Thanks

[[ANNA]]

The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
Emily Dickinson

The Zeroes taught us Phosphorous
We learned to like the Fire
By playing Glaciers when a Boy
And Tinder guessed by power
Of Opposite to balance Odd
If White a Red must be!
Paralysis our Primer dumb
Unto Vitality


----I don't understand, who help to explain? Thanks

[何兆龙]

When we two parted 是BYRON写给他的众多情妇之一LADY FRANCES WEBSTER的，这并非一首情诗，诗中充满了哀怨，谴责, 绝情和诅咒，因为FRANCES 和打败拿破仑的WELLINGTON好上了，拜伦一生都在拥护拿破仑，估计和此私人恩怨也有点关系。他在唐璜中弄了个人名叫VILLAINTON，就是用来埋汰WELLINGTON的。

这首诗弄得象首哀怨的情诗，原因之一是发表的时候省略了第5段，国内介绍过来的时候也没有第5段，在这一段里，BYRON把话说的很绝，很没有风度。原文如下：

Then fare thee well, Fanny,
Now doubly undone,
To prove false unto many
As faithless to one.
Thou are past all recalling
Even would I recall,
For the woman once falling
Forever must fall.

得知FRANCES和WELLINGTON好上了，BYRON怒不可遏，在这首诗中谴责FRANCES：
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame：
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

你的誓言全破碎了，
轻浮是你的名声：
别人提起你的名字，
我听了也感到羞蒙。

所以当别人当拜伦的面提起FRANCES的时候，拜伦觉得“一声声有如丧钟”

其实拜伦是最没有资格说别人不贞洁的，他自己就是个风流鬼，和他有一腿的女人，排起来也能成一首长诗。更有甚者，他竟然同自己同父异母的SISTER AUGUSTA乱伦，还有了个女儿MEDORA。如果他不是个天生的跛子，今天BYRON一定是英国最大的姓。

就是因为拜伦的这些乱七八糟的风流事，他最终被迫离开了英国，英国容忍不了他，他也受了不英国了。2004年5月我到伦敦，专门到西敏寺的诗人角，在一大堆诗人的碑石中，最后在一个小小的铜牌上看到了BYRON的NAME，这还是英国给他平反昭雪后才得到的礼遇，在那个年代，他没有资格入这个角。

拜伦是诗人，我们不能用常理来评价一个伟大的诗人。为此文，仅仅是为了为星子解惑，对拜伦，是充满了敬意的。

[[南音]]

When we two parted 是BYRON写给他的众多情妇之一LADY FRANCES WEBSTER的，这并非一首情诗，诗中充满了哀怨，谴责, 绝情和诅咒，因为FRANCES 和打败拿破仑的WELLINGTON好上了，拜伦一生都在拥护拿破仑，估计和此私人恩怨也有点关系。他在唐璜中弄了个人名叫VILLAINTON，就是用来埋汰WELLINGTON的。

这首诗弄得象首哀怨的情诗，原因之一是发表的时候省略了第5段，国内介绍过来的时候也没有第5段，在这一段里，BYRON把话说的很绝，很没有风度。原文如下：

Then fare thee well, Fanny,
Now doubly undone,
To prove false unto many
As faithless to one.
Thou are past all recalling
Even would I recall,
For the woman once falling
Forever must fall.

得知FRANCES和WELLINGTON好上了，BYRON怒不可遏，在这首诗中谴责FRANCES：
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame：
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

你的誓言全破碎了，
轻浮是你的名声：
别人提起你的名字，
我听了也感到羞蒙。

所以当别人当拜伦的面提起FRANCES的时候，拜伦觉得“一声声有如丧钟”

其实拜伦是最没有资格说别人不贞洁的，他自己就是个风流鬼，和他有一腿的女人，排起来也能成一首长诗。更有甚者，他竟然同自己同父异母的SISTER AUGUSTA乱伦，还有了个女儿MEDORA。如果他不是个天生的跛子，今天BYRON一定是英国最大的姓。

就是因为拜伦的这些乱七八糟的风流事，他最终被迫离开了英国，英国容忍不了他，他也受了不英国了。2004年5月我到伦敦，专门到西敏寺的诗人角，在一大堆诗人的碑石中，最后在一个小小的铜牌上看到了BYRON的NAME，这还是英国给他平反昭雪后才得到的礼遇，在那个年代，他没有资格入这个角。

拜伦是诗人，我们不能用常理来评价一个伟大的诗人。为此文，仅仅是为了为星子解惑，对拜伦，是充满了敬意的。

[星子]

Thanks. Dragon.

[[ANNA]]

Thanks. Dragon.

[星子]

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

‘Twas this on table I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘twas so new,
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted near the sod.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.

[[ANNA]]

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

‘Twas this on table I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘twas so new,
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted near the sod.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.