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Post by Immanuel on Apr 12, 2021 0:24:09 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Apr 12, 2021 0:24:30 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Apr 12, 2021 0:28:58 GMT -5
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Post by 溪山 on Apr 13, 2021 23:54:19 GMT -5
可以一听再听的好诗。多谢分享！  文弟以诗传道。  |
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Post by Immanuel on Apr 16, 2021 18:37:39 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Apr 16, 2021 21:50:31 GMT -5
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Post by 溪山 on Apr 17, 2021 1:23:05 GMT -5
 Thank you, my dear friend, for sharing!
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Post by Immanuel on Apr 19, 2021 16:40:50 GMT -5
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Post by 溪山 on Apr 19, 2021 23:48:43 GMT -5
A classic poem! "For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils." |
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Post by Immanuel on May 28, 2021 9:38:05 GMT -5
# A Tear And A Smile
Khalil Gibranu
I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God.
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Post by 溪山 on May 29, 2021 0:02:30 GMT -5
诗好，读得也好！ 多谢文弟分享！ 文弟中英俱佳，翻译过这篇散文诗吗？ |
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Post by Immanuel on May 29, 2021 4:08:51 GMT -5
Might try a reading myself. Not sure of translation. Been a bit preoccupied myself. |
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Post by Immanuel on May 29, 2021 8:36:40 GMT -5
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Post by 溪山 on May 30, 2021 0:03:23 GMT -5
Nice reading! Thank you! Bravo!  |
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Post by Immanuel on May 31, 2021 17:40:07 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Feb 3, 2022 0:47:18 GMT -5
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Post by Immanuel on Feb 3, 2022 10:49:16 GMT -5
# In Vain
Emily Dickinson
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup
Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.
I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down, ?
You could not.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
They'd judge us ? how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,
Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.
And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!
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Post by 溪山 on Feb 12, 2022 20:18:37 GMT -5
She had an incredible imagination! Thank you for sharing, my friend!
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