Funeral Blues
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
柬
－－给读诗的人
席慕蓉
我们去看烟火好吗
去 去看那
繁花之中如何再生繁花
梦境之上如何再生梦境
让我们并肩走过荒凉的河岸仰望夜空
生命的狂喜与刺痛
都在这倾刻
宛如烟火
要造就一片草原……
狄金森
要造就一片草原，
只需一株苜蓿一只蜂，
一株苜蓿，一只蜂，
再加上白日梦。
有白日梦也就够了，
如果找不到蜂。
最最最喜欢的>______<Oscar Wilde的这一段诗
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
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