| 西方文学 Western Literature |
 
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 Sonnet XII (一晃八年)
harsh work has turned my legs to a balloon
so that i drag my feet to find repose
as my sunken eyes see the shiny moon
my heart is pierced by gloom and pain hence grows
when you and i held hands in bright moon ray
you reassured me of your decision
i thus withdrew my hand and walked away
but memories had blurred all my vision
whenever i now think of Concord's spring
your eyes appear in mine and mine then weep:
i wish to fly to you on the moon's wing
to hear you breathe when you are sound asleep
a man's sweetheart is carved in his fond heart
his sweetheart's heart may well be far apart
2009-03-13 11:05:44 |
| hepingdao ?2009-03-13 12:09:43?? |  |
gentle and romantic
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| kino ?2009-03-13 15:28:00?? | |
a man's sweetheart is carved in his fond heart
his sweetheart's heart may well be far apart
很工整。欣赏。
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| justjust ?2009-03-14 08:18:41?? sigh | |
| hepingdao wrote: |
| gentle and romantic |
two years of talking, laughing and sporting on walden pond reminds me of many fond memories.
thank you for reading.
| kino wrote: |
a man's sweetheart is carved in his fond heart
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oh, a woman's heart. as you know, a couplet is necessary in a shakespearen sonnet. but of course, i am no comparison to shakespeare:)
thank you.
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| Lake ?2009-03-14 18:21:03?? | |
just, welcome! nice sonnet. 一晃八年, move on and upwards. 
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| justjust ?2009-03-14 22:23:36?? | |
| Lake wrote: |
| just, welcome! nice sonnet. 一晃八年, move on and upwards. |
Thank you. i will continue my journey of searching for my love.
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