1、LIKE BARLEY BENDING （象大麦） By Sara Teasdale Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly. Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song.,Dreams 梦想 Hold fast to dreams Fo
2、r if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That can never fly. Hold fast to dreams， For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen only with snow,In a Station of the Metro(在地铁站) by Ezra Pound The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.,How happy is the little stone(
3、多么幸福的小石头) By Emily Dickinson How happy is the little stone. That rambles in the road alone, And doesnt care about careers, And exigencies never fears Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree in casual s
4、implicity.,When I am dead, my dearest（当我离开人间，最亲爱的） By christima rossetti When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I sh
5、all not see the shadows, I shall not see the rain; I shall not hear the nightingle Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.,Seasons（四季） Spring is green， Summer is bright， Autumn is gold， Winter is white. Year i
6、n year out， We work and fight， For a new world， Of red sunlight.,Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter（驱车进城夜邮） by Robert Bly It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted. The only things moving are swirls of snow. As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron. There is a privacy I lo
7、ve in this snowy night. Driving around, I will waste more time.,FOG(雾) By Carl Sandburg The fog comes/ on little cat feet./ It sits looking over/ harbor and city/ on silent haunches/ and then moves on.,When you are old（当你老了） By William Butler YeatsWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodd
8、ing by the fire, take down this book; And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true。 But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing
9、face And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.,The Arrow and the Song (箭和歌) By Henry Wadsworth LongfellowI shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where; For so swiftl
10、y it flew the sight, Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth I knew not where; For who has the sight so keen and strong, That can follow the flight of a song. Long,long afterwards in an oak, I found the arrow still unbroke; And the song, from begining to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.,
