沃特尔惠特曼waltwhitman草叶集.pptxVIP

会计学;Dead Poem Society;Theme of His Poems;Leaves of Grass;Song of Myself;Style: “Free Verse”;Song of Myself Part 1;I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.  我闲游，还邀请了我的灵魂（一起），我俯身悠闲地观察着一片夏日的草叶。;My tongue, every atom of my blood, formd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death. 我的舌，我血液中的每个原子，是在这片土壤、这个空气里形成的，我生在这里，我的父母生在这里，他们的父母也生在这里，我如今三十七岁，一生下身体就十分健康，希望永远如此，直到死去。; Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy. 教条和学派暂且不论， 它们从目前的地位暂时后退，但也绝不会被遗忘； 好也罢，坏也罢，我无所畏惧地 让自然尽情地以原始的活力说话。;Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-killd game, Falling asleep on the gatherd leaves with my dog and gun by my side. 我独自在遥远的荒山野外等待猎物的出现， 深深地惊喜于我的轻快和昂扬， 在天晚时寻觅了一个安全的地方过夜， 燃起火，烤熟了刚猎到的野味， 我全身酥软地躺在集拢来的叶子上，我的狗和枪躺在我的身旁。 ; The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck. The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuckd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle. 高扬风帆的美国人的快舰，冲过了闪电和雷雨。 我的目光投向遥远的陆地，我在船盖上弯着腰，或者在舱面上欢快地说笑。 水手们和拾蚌人早早地起来等待着我， 我将裤脚塞在靴筒里，上岸去撒开性子玩了个痛快。 那一天，你真应该和我们一起，围坐在野餐小锅的四周。;I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red girl, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large thick blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a bank lounged t