艾米莉·狄金森诗歌收集(国外英语资料).doc

艾米莉·狄金森诗歌收集(国外英语资料) Hope is a small bird with no feathers Living above the soul Sing a tune without words Never forget I died for beauty - I was Placed in the grave Some die for truth, and they are buried in the next hole He once asked softly, why did you die? For beauty, I replied Me, for truth - both. Were brothers, he said So, like two men, meet on this night Talking through the grave Till the moss climbs to our lips Cover up the names on our stone tablets Essential oil The essential oil is pressed - Rose oil comes from Rose Not squeezing out of the sun - just Its a spiral giveaway -- The common roses - rot - - But its in the ladys drawer Making summer -- as the woman lying in the Endless rosemary bushes - The sky cannot keep their secrets The sky cannot keep their secrets! They said the secret to the mountain: But the secret to Mountain Orchard - Followed by a cluster of daffodils! Just then a bird happened to pass by - Unwittingly hearing all this - If I could bribe the bird - Who knows what shell spit on her lips? I dont think I will - anyway Its better to not know - If summer is an axiom -- What magic is it that lets snowflakes drift? Keep your secret, god! Im not going to do that - even if I can To know - in your brand new world What kind of sapphire glint?! New footsteps walk in the garden Walk in the garden with new steps New fingers moved across the grass A wandering singer lies on the elm tree At this time it seems particularly lonely. The new children are playing on the grass The new weary sleep is below Until the spring of melancholy return - Until the snow falls on time! One hundred years later In one hundred years time, No one knows the place - - Agony, naming it there, Peace is like silence. The weeds spread triumphantly, Strange people stroll here, The elders death spell Lonely table. The wind of summer fields Recall the road - Intuition dug out the answer In the drop of memory. This is my letter to the world This is my letter to the world Because