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1、《I Stood Upon a High Place》Stephen Crane
我站在高处——斯蒂芬·克莱恩
I stood upon a high place,
我站在高处，
And saw, below, many devils
看到下面很多鬼魂
Running, leaping,
奔跑，跳跃，
and carousing in sin.
沉醉在罪恶中。
One looked up, grinning,
有一个朝上看，咧着嘴笑，
And said, "Comrade! Brother!"
说道，“伙伴们！兄弟们！”
斯蒂芬·克莱恩，美国著名的现实主义文学家，代表作：长篇小说The Red Badge of Courage《红色英勇勋章》。克莱恩也是一位诗人，他早期的诗歌语言简练，朗朗上口，没有韵脚，打破正统地简洁，想象力令人印象深刻，这些都对现代诗歌产生了巨大的影响。
2、《Nothing Gold Can Stay》Robert Frost
美景易逝——罗伯特·弗罗斯特
Nature’s first green is gold,
大自然的第一抹新绿是金，
Her hardest hue to hold.
也是她最无力保留的颜色。
Her early leaf’s a flower;
她初发的叶子如同一朵花；
But only so an hour.
然而只能持续若此一刹那。
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
随之如花新叶沦落为旧叶。
So Eden sank to grief,
由是伊甸园陷入忧伤悲切，
So dawn goes down to day.
破晓黎明延续至晃晃白昼。
Nothing gold can stay.
宝贵如金之物岁月难保留。
罗伯特·弗罗斯特，20世纪最受欢迎的美国诗人之一，被称为“美国文学中的桂冠诗人”，他采用通俗上口的语言、人们熟知的韵律、日常生活中常见的比喻和象征手法，描写新英格兰地区宁静乡村的道德风尚，他对大自然的描写常常蕴涵深刻的、象征性的、甚至是形而上学的意义。
3、《First Fig》Edna St. Vincent Millay
第一颗无花果——埃德娜·圣·文森特·米莱
My candle burns at both ends;
我这支蜡烛在两头燃烧；
It will not last the night;
它终究撑不到拂晓；
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
可是，我的对头们，还有，我的朋友们——
It gives a lovely light!
它发出的光是多么美妙！
这首诗极短，但其中的第一行却成了那个时代里“火一样的青年人”的口号，成了妇孺皆知的成语，并使诗人声名远播。
埃德娜·圣·文森特·米莱，美国诗人兼剧作家，她的《竖琴织工和其它诗歌》获得普利策奖，她早期的诗歌常趋于放诞的享乐，但是后来其作品逐渐显现出一缕淡淡的悲观，愤世嫉俗的情感日益增多，并且开始关注社会问题。
4、《I'm Nobody! Who Are You?》Emily Dickinson
我是无名之辈，你是谁？——艾米莉·狄金森
I'm nobody! Who are you?
我是无名之辈！你是谁？
Are you nobody, too?
你也是无名之辈？
Then there's a pair of us—don't tell!
那咱俩就成了一对——别出声！
They'd banish us, you know.
他们会排挤咱们——要小心！
How dreary to be somebody!
做个大人物多没劲！
How public, like a frog
多招摇——像只青蛙
To tell your name the livelong day
对着欣赏的小水洼
To an admiring bog!
整日里炫耀自己的名号！
艾米莉·狄金森，美国传奇诗人，二十世纪现代主义诗歌的先驱之一，狄金森的诗主要写生活情趣，自然、生命、信仰、友谊、爱情。诗风凝练婉约、意向清新，描绘真切、精微，思想深沉、凝聚力强，极富独创性。
5、《Trees》Joyce Kilmer
树——乔伊斯·基尔默
I think that I shall never see
我想我永远不会看到
A poem lovely as a tree.
一首诗像树一样可爱。
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
一棵树，她饥渴的唇压在
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
大地流淌着甘甜乳汁的胸膛上；
A tree that looks at God all day,
—棵树，她终日仰望苍天，
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
高举着枝繁叶茂的胳膊，祈祷着；
A tree that may in Summer wear
夏天，会有一窝知更鸟
A nest of robins in her hair;
在树的头发里栖息；
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
冬天，树的胸前堆积着白雪，
Who intimately lives with rain.
她和雨亲密地相处。
Poems are made by fools like me,
诗可以由像我这样的傻瓜来写，
But only God can make a tree.
但树只能由上帝来创造。
乔伊斯·基尔默，诗人、新闻记者兼文学评论家，其他著作有《马戏团及其它杂文》，《大街及其它诗篇》，《创作中的文学》，以及现代天主教诗歌集《梦想和幻象》。基尔默死后被授予法国军功十字章。
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《别妻》 苏武
结发为夫妻，恩爱两不疑。
欢娱在今夕，燕婉及良时。
征夫怀远路，起视夜何其。
参晨皆已没，去去从此辞。
行役在战场，相见未有期。
握手一长欢，泪为生别滋。
努力爱春华，莫忘欢乐时。
生当复来归，死当长相思。
A Soldier's Farewell to His Wife
My dear wife, you and I have been as one,
No doubt has marred the faith, which love has won,
Our chief desire throughout the married state
Has been of love and joy to give and take.
But now, alas! the Joy of Spring departs,
And sorrow's shafts must enter both our hearts;
I cannot sleep; I must arise and see
The time; ah, me, how quick the hours so flee!
Awake, my dearest, for the stars have set,
The grief of parting must be bravely met;
And yet the dreary marches weight my mind;—
As though defiles and desert plains they wind.
And then, at last the awful battle-field,
Where I must fight and naught to foemen yield;
But, oh! the bitter, paralyzing pain—
To think that we may never meet again!
I must let fall the long restrained tears
As, clasping hand, you calm my anxious fears;
If not, my heart will break with sighs repressed
To hear your love so tenderly confessed.
But courage, we will think of Young Love's day,
And all the pleasures which therein did stay;
And this shall cheer me on the toilsome road,
And help you here to bear your weary load.
Then with what joy we shall renew our life,
When I return safe from the dreadful strife;
But if, alas! the Fates should death decree,
My spirit will for ever live with thee.
《听蜀僧浚弹琴》
李白
蜀僧抱绿绮，
西下峨眉峰。
为我一挥手，
如听万壑松。
客心洗流水，
馀响入霜钟。
不觉碧山暮，
秋云暗几重!
Listening to the Lyre of a Monk Named Jun
Li Bai
This monk with his lyre came from the land of Shu
In the west, from the high Emei Mountains.
Plucking the strings, he played for me.
I heard murmuring pines in many valleys.
Like flowing water, the music cleansed my heart,
Leaving its echo in the frosty bell.
Dusk came unnoticed to these green hills,
As the autumn clouds grew darker and darker.
《与史郎中钦听黄鹤楼上吹笛》
李白
一为迁客去长沙，
西望长安不见家。
黄鹤楼中吹玉笛，
江城五月落梅花。
Hearing Bamboo Flute Playing from Yellow Tower with Mr. Shi Qin, an ImperialGovernment Official and a Friend of Mine
Li Bai
Once demoted and sent away from Chang'an to Changsha,
I can no longer see the Capital where I have lived.
Someone's playing a fine bamboo flute in Yellow Crane Tower,
Which makes me feel sad and chilly though it's Jiangcheng's summer.
廊坊电器城
Do not stand at my grave and weep不要在我的墓前哭泣I am not there. I do not sleep我不在那里我没有睡去I am a thousand winds that blow 我是吹拂而过的千缕之风I am the diamond glints on snow我已化为璀璨似钻的雪花I am the sunlight on ripened grain我是洒落在熟穗上的日光I am the gentle autumn rain我化为了温柔的秋雨When you awake in the mornings hush当你在早晨的寂谧中醒来I am the swift uplifting rush我是鸟儿沉默盘旋时Of quiet birds in circled flight雀跃飞升的气流I am the soft stars that shine at night我是夜晚中闪耀柔光的星子Do not stand at my grave and cry不要站在我的墓前哭泣I am not there. I did not die.我不在那儿我没有逝去A Psalm of Life Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined and our way;But to act, That much to-morrow.Find us farther than to-day.Art is long, and time is fleeting. And our hearts, though stout and brave. Still, like muffled drums, are beating,Funeral marches to the grave。In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb,driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no future.howe'er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act,act in the living Present!Let us,then,be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving,still pursuing,Learn to labour and to wait. (人生礼颂) 请别用哀伤的诗句对我讲；人生呵，无非是虚梦一场因为沉睡的灵魂如死一般，事物的表里并不一样。人生是实在的！人生是热烈的！人生的目标决不是坟墓；你是尘土，应归于尘土。此话指的并不是我们的精神。我们的归宿并不是快乐，也不是悲伤，实干，才是我们的道路，每天不断前进，蒸蒸蒸日上。光阴易逝，而艺海无涯，我们的心哪——虽然勇敢坚强，却像被布蒙住的铜鼓，常把殡葬的哀乐擂响。在这人生的宿营地，在这辽阔的世界战场，别做无言的牲畜任人驱赶，做一名英雄汉立马横枪！别相信未来，哪怕未来多么欢乐！让死去的往昔将死亡一切埋葬！上帝在上，我们胸怀勇气，让我们起来干吧，下定决心，不管遭遇怎样；不断胜利，不断追求，要学会苦干和耐心等待。
我的宝贝-童童
Remember me --- Christina Rossetti Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go ,yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that planned: Only remember me ;you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember,do not grieve: For it darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. "思忆 ——克里斯蒂娜·罗塞蒂 ——朵儿（译）请记住我，当我离去时我去到那遥远的静谧的土地那时你再不能牵住我的手而我也再不能欲去还留。 请记住我，当你再也不能日复一日向我诉说着未来的想望只要你还记着我，你明白的，到那时再相劝或祈祷已然迟矣 但如果你暂时将我遗忘而后又忆起，请不要忧伤 因为那黑暗和腐朽之乡倘若能留下些许我过去的思想我宁愿你能将我微笑地忘记也远远胜似你把我悲伤地记起。
