晚安诗语

The Grass so little has to do by Emily Dickinson The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along— And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything— And thread the Dews, all night, like Pearls— And make itself so fine A Duchess were too common For such a noticing— And even w...

Because I could not stop for Death— by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Death— He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Ourselves— And Immortality. We slowly drove—He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility— We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring— We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain— We passed the Setting...

The Alley in the Rain （唐正秋 译） Holding an umbrella, I'm alone Wandering about the long, long, Lonely alley in the rain, Hoping to encounter A girl who bears her melancholy Like a lilac flower. She has The color of a lilac, The fragrance of a lilac, And the melancholy of a lilac. She looks sorrowful in the rain, Sorrowful and depressed. She paces the lonely alley, Holding an umbrella, Like me,...