Inthepoemthenarratorinthemorningwalk,cametoafork inthemouthinfrontofhim,therearetwooptions.Oneway ismoresecluded,andtheotherroadhasmiscellaneous footprints.Obviously,therearemorepedestriansatordinary times.Butonthatmorning,thegrassonthetworoadswasstill
In the poem the narrator in the morning walk, came to a fork in the mouth in front of him, there are two options. One way is more secluded, and the other road has miscellaneous footprints. Obviously, there are more pedestrians at ordinary times. But on that morning, the grass on the...
The Morning of Lonely Cat WalkPoem by Edina Kovács MikóKovács MikóEdinaThings
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walk away from me. I take a glowing nozzle in my hand, entering each patch to see what I’ve known is now gone. Don't Dream – A Poem by Ananya S. Guha March 2, 2025-Leave a Comment In midnight’s volatile hush Dreams take over ...
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此外,还有《天堂的阴影》与《终结之诗》两部著名诗集的完整英译,但我尚未购得。英译与汉译对照阅读后,我都觉得汉译多警句却稍显混乱破碎,而英译则更流畅,容易懂。以下本萌新对二译本间的似有差异之处与值得注意之处草率地做了加黑处理,大佬们自可对照(因为我不懂西语。。。谷歌机翻毕竟不靠谱,故在一些颇...
Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.Our thanks to Gail White for suggesting the inclusion of the poem above.Go, Lovely Roseby Edmund Waller Go, lovely Rose,— Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, ...
The poem “Moonrise” was written on June 19, 1876: one of the shortest nights of the year known as the summer solstice. Here, Hopkins watches a crescent moon in the sky. Comparing the thinning moon to a fingernail (“the fringe of a finger-nail”) is quite unusual even nowadays, and...