The Coming OF Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
The Last Rose of Summer（夏日最后的玫瑰）'Tis the last rose of summer,Left blooming alone,All her lovely companionsAre faded and gone.No flower of her kindred,No rose bud is nigh,To reflect back her ...（查看全文）
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyondany experience, your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour...（查看全文）
When You Are OldWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; Ho...（查看全文）
"I loved you..." I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain... But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hope...（查看全文）
Songs Offerings（《吉檀枷利·第一章》）泰戈尔成名之作。 2.Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This li...（查看全文）