加载中…【Sarah Teasdale莎拉·特丝达尔的诗】
(2013-04-11 12:17:59)
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"My Heart Is Heavy"
My heart is heavy with many a
song
Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree,
But I can never give you one --【but】
My songs do not belong to me.
Yet in the evening, in the dusk【yet】
When moths go to and fro,
In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen,
Take it, no one will know.
【heart——fruit】
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"It Will Not Change"
It will not change
now
After so many years;
Life has not broken it
With parting or tears;
Death will not alter it,
It will live on
In all my songs for you
When I am gone.
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"It Is Not a Word"
It is not a word
spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart【but】
That has too much to keep,
Only memories waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
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"I Have Loved Hours at Sea"
I have loved hours at sea, gray
cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
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"Did You Never Know?"
Did you never know, long ago, how
much you loved me --
That your love would never lessen and never go?
You were young then, proud and
fresh-hearted,
You were too young to know.
Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly before it
Far apart, far away in the gusty time of year --
Seldom we
meet now, but when I hear you speaking,
I know your secret, my dear, my dear.
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White Fog
Heaven-invading hills are
drowned
In wide moving waves of mist,
Phlox before my door are wound
In dripping wreaths of amethyst.
Ten feet away the solid earth
Changes into melting cloud,
There is a hush of pain and mirth,
No bird has heart to speak aloud.
Here in a world without a sky,
Without the ground, without the sea,
The one unchanging thing is I,
Myself remains to comfort me.
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Twilight
Dreamily over the
roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.
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Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the
daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
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