高中英语诗歌散文

I Learn To Be Strong 我学会坚强

Words of wisdom come to my ears,

Telling me what I know in my heart,

But never wanted to hear.

With the truth finally said

and out in the open for me to plainly see,

I wonder why I can love so deeply

but never had that love returned back to me.

I confessed the feelings that I held inside for so long,

But with his soft- hearted rejection,

I realize I have to be strong.

With tears that want to flow from my eyes,

I feel that my heart, along with my composure, slowly dies. While this dramatic side is showing

through with my ability to question and reason,

I think I may have found something in me that I can believe in. Love hurts . . .

That's what they all say,

But I will love again when all this pain and sorrow goes away. So I sit and think of all the things this situation has cost, And I realize that nothing very important has been lost. Instead, a learning experience has come from all this.

I've learned that hardly anything is more important than my happiness.

Why I Love You 我之所以爱你

Every time I think about you,

I'm reminded of the reasons why I love you

From the deep of my heart and soul.

And I wonder what I'd do without you,

Without your healing smile,

Your words of faith,

The caring and sensitive way you touch me,

Lifting me just when I need it most.

Without you,

What would I have?

What would I be?

I can't imagine existing in a world

Where someone doesn't love me the way you do.

You're the only one

Who’s ever understood me and accepted me for who I am. And I think you're nothing short of amazing.

Your love has always been and will always be

Life’s greatest gift to me!

Morning Song

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.

The midwife slapped your footsoles,

and your bald cry

Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.

New statue.

In a drafty museum, your nakedness

Shadows our safety.

We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother

Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath

Flickers among the flat pink roses.

I wake to listen:

A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral

In my Victorian nightgown.

Your mouth opens clean as a cat's.

The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars.

And now you try

Your handful of notes;

The clear vowels rise like balloons.