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再别康桥

轻轻的我走了,

正如我轻轻的来;

我轻轻的招手,

作别西天的云彩。

那河畔的金柳,

是夕阳中的新娘;

波光里的艳影,

在我的心头荡漾。

软泥上的青荇,

油油的在水底招摇;

在康河的柔波里,

我甘心做一条水草!

那榆荫下的一潭,

不是清泉,

是天上虹;

揉碎在浮藻间,

沉淀着彩虹似的梦。

寻梦?撑一支长篙,

向青草更青处漫溯;

满载一船星辉,

在星辉斑斓里放歌。

但我不能放歌,

悄悄是别离的笙箫;

夏虫也为我沉默,

沉默是今晚的康桥!

悄悄的我走了,

正如我悄悄的来;

我挥一挥衣袖,

不带走一片云彩。

英文诗歌

哦,船长,我的船长!

惠特曼

哦,船长,我的船长!我们险恶的航程已经告终,

我们的船安渡过惊涛骇浪,我们寻求的奖赏已赢得手中。

港口已经不远,钟声我已听见,万千人众在欢呼呐喊,

目迎着我们的船从容返航,我们的船威严而且勇敢。

可是,心啊!心啊!心啊!

哦,殷红的血滴流泻,

在甲板上,那里躺着我的船长,

他已倒下,已死去,已冷却。

哦,船长,我的船长!起来吧,请听听这钟声,

起来,——旌旗,为你招展——号角,为你长鸣。

为你,岸上挤满了人群——为你,无数花束、彩带、花环。

为你熙攘的群众在呼唤,转动着多少殷切的脸。

这里,船长!亲爱的父亲!

你头颅下边是我的手臂!

这是甲板上的一场梦啊,

你已倒下,已死去,已冷却。

我们的船长不作回答,他的双唇惨白、寂静,

我的父亲不能感觉我的手臂,他已没有脉搏、没有生命,

我们的船已安全抛锚碇泊,航行已完成,已告终,

胜利的船从险恶的旅途归来,我们寻求的已赢得手中。

欢呼,哦,海岸!轰鸣,哦,洪钟!

可是,我却轻移悲伤的步履,

在甲板上,那里躺着我的船长,

他已倒下,已死去,已冷却。

 

Oh Captain! My Captain

Walt Whitman

 

Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But Oh heart! heart! heart!

Oh the bleeding drops of red!

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Oh Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;

Here, Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells!

But I,with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

未选择的路

美 罗伯特·弗罗斯特

黄色的树林里分出两条路

可惜我不能同时去涉足

我在那路口久久伫立

我向着一条路极目望去

直到它消失在丛林深处

但我却选择了另外一条路

它荒草萋萋,十分幽寂

显得更诱人,更美丽

虽然在这两条小路上

都很少留下旅人的足迹

虽然那天清晨落叶满地

两条路都未经脚步污染

呵,留下一条路等改日再见!

但我知道路径延绵无尽头

恐怕我难以再返回

也许多少年后在某个地方

我将轻声叹息将往事回顾

一片树林里分出两条路——

而我选择了人迹更少的一条

从此决定了我一生的道路

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

Any that has made all the difference.

徐志摩《再别康桥》

惠特曼《哦,船长,我的船长!》

戴望舒《雨巷》

诗经

顾城诗歌

弗罗斯特《未选择的路》

梭罗《我住在何处》

英美意象派