Verses of the Soul That Pines to See God (Poem)ARRHYTHMIAPresents a poem 'Verses of the Soul That Pines to See God.'Espaillat, Rhina PFirst Things A Monthly Journal of Religion & Public Life
This is a love poem.The speaker compares his beloved to the summer,yet he goes on to say that the beloved surpasses summer since summer is too short and it is subject to the changes of the sun,which is casted into shadow at times.Every ordinary beauty will lose her beauty as time goes...
Youth– A Poem by Samuel Ullman青春——塞缪尔·厄尔曼（王佐良 译）Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the ...
A melody of hope, beginning to grow. The inferno of anger, a flame subdued, In the lyric of emotions, a healing interlude. Confusion's labyrinth, a path unclear, Yet through the fog, redemption draws near. In this lyric of turmoil, a tale to be sung, A journey within, where healings...
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love... Elizabeth ...
Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman - THINK of the Soul; I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres
For China, as for other rapidly developing countries, there is a danger that aged-old traditions may become lost in the shadow of modernization.”Forgetting the past means betrayal” said Lenin.If Chinese poem is ever...
Hello, everybody. It's nice to be with you again, if only electronically. I wish I were able to travel to China, but unfortunately, I can't. The poem I'm going to read is by William Butler Yeats, who's an Irish poet of the 20th century, perhaps the greatest poet in the English...
Poem by Louise Glück 露易丝·格丽克 翻译:柳向阳 朗读:Gwen At the end of my suffering there was a door. Hear me out: that which you call death I remember. Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun ...
· This strategy also highlights one of the themes of the poem: the soul of humankind and nature blend harmoniously and creates a transcendental moment. · The poet felt the daffodils had brought him some invaluable treasure: The daffodils' dynamism and cheerfulness pleased and comforted the poet...