死亡诗社

I Saw Thee Weep
As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow（柔和的） dye, Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
仿佛是乌云从远方的太阳 得到浓厚而柔和的色彩， 就是冉冉的黄昏的暗影 也不能将它从天空逐开； 你那微笑给我阴沉的脑中 也灌注了纯洁的欢乐； 你的容光留下了光明一闪， 恰似太阳在我心里放射。 Those smiles unto the moodiest mind Their own pure joy impart; Their sunshine leaves a glow behind That lightens o'er the heart.
are noble pursuits and necessary
to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what
、爱情，这些才是我们活着
的意义。
we stay alive for.
Back when you are young, you never really stop to think what in the world you are doing with your life. You simply live for the day, hope your grades will be enough to pass, and that's it. But please remember that, we are dust, and we will go back to it, so we have precious little time to make a difference. That we have a moral obligation to “seize the day, and make our lives extraordinary” .That the world, basically is ours. That the only limitations are within ourselves, and that we owe it to us to fight, to rebel against conformity, to
That kept so many warm.
I‟ve heard it in the chillest（寒冷） land,
And on the strangest Sea;
Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb（碎屑） of Me.
I Saw Thee Weep
I love with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood„s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, I love thee with
poetry
A Poem
梭罗Thoreau I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow（精华） of life! To put to rout（击溃） all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived. 我步入丛林／因为我希望生活得有意义／我希望活得深刻／吸取生 命中所有的精华／把非生命的一切都击溃／以免当我生命终结／发 现自己从没有活过
developed into increasingly structured forms, though much
poetry since the late 20th century has moved away from traditional forms towards the more vaguely defined free verse（自由诗体） and prose poem（散文诗） formats.
在梦中我也听得见。
Over my head in leaves grown deep, 一棵树长到我坟墓上面， sings the young nightingale（夜 莺）. It only sings of love there, I hear it in my sleep. 年轻的夜莺在枝头歌唱；
它歌唱纯洁的爱情，
Death
Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
Heinrich Heine
死亡是严寒的黑夜， 生命是闷热的白天。
The darkness glows, I‟m drowning, 天黑了，我进入梦乡， the day has tired me with light. 白天使我很疲惫。
words， And never stops at all，
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
"Hope"
That could abash（使困窘） the little bird
能够使得小鸟不安 保有此多暖意。 听它越过奇妙大海 飞遍严寒田地 可它不要我面包屑 哪怕饥饿至极。
the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
爱你，以昔日的剧痛和童年 的忠诚， 爱你，以眼泪、笑声及全部 的生命。 要是没有你，我的心就失去 了圣贤， 要是没有你，我的心就失去 了激情。 假如上帝愿意，请为我作主 和见证： 在我死后，我必将爱你更深， 更深！
"Hope"
Emily Dickinson
"HOPE" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul，
" 希望" 是物长着羽毛 寄居在灵魂里， 唱着没有词的曲调， 绝无丝毫停息， 微风吹送最为甘甜 暴雨致痛无疑
And sings the tune without the
change what we hate and keep what we love.
Stray birds
Tagore 生如夏花之绚烂，死如秋叶之静美。 Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves。
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom。 如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn， which have no songs， flutter and fall there with a sigh。 夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶， 他们没有什么可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。
我是怎样的爱你？诉不尽万语千言： 我爱你的程度是那样地高深和广远， 恰似我的灵魂曾飞到了九天与黄泉， 去探索人生的奥妙，和神灵的恩典。 无论是白昼还是夜晚，我爱你不息， 像我每日必需的摄生食物不能间断。 我纯洁地爱你，不为奉承吹捧迷惑， 我勇敢地爱你，如同为正义而奋争！
How Do I Love Thee
History of poetry
Poetry as an art form predates literacy. Some of the earliest poetry is believed to have been orally recited or sung.
Following the development of writing, poetry has since
George Gordon Byron
I saw thee weep---the big bright tear
Came o„er that eye of blue; And then me thought it did appear
A violet（紫罗兰） dropping dew:
我看过你哭——一滴明亮的泪 涌上你蓝色的眼珠； 那时候，我心想，这岂不就是 一朵紫罗兰上垂着露； 我看过你笑——蓝宝石的火焰 在你之前也不再发闪； 呵，宝石的闪烁怎么比得上 你那灵活一瞥的光线 I saw thee smile---the sapphire‟s（蓝宝 石） blaze Beside thee ceased to shine; It could not match the living rays That filled that glance of thine（你的）.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these 我们读诗、写诗并不是因为 它们好玩，而是因为我们是 人类的一分子，而人类是充 满激情的。没错，医学、法 律、商业、工程，这些都是 崇高的追求，足以支撑人的 一生。但诗歌、美丽、浪漫