outland poetry
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William Blake
The poems from "Songs of Innocence."
Spring (Spring)
Sound the Flute!
Now it's mute.
Birds delight
Day and Night.
Nightingale
In the dale,
Lark in Sky
Merrily
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Boy
Full of joy.
Little Girl
Sweet and small.
Cock does crow,
So do you.
Merry voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Lamb,
Here I am,
Come and lick
My white neck.
Let me pull
Your soft Wool.
Let me kiss
Your soft face.
Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year.
Sound the Flute!
Now it quietly.
During the day and night
Birds love it.
Nightingale
Deep in the valley,
Sky lark,
Full of joy,
Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little boy
Full of joy.
Little girl
Sweet and small.
Rooster crows,
You can also call high.
Pleasant voice,
Infant noise,
Merrily to welcome in the Year.
Little Lamb,
Here I am,
Come and lick
My white neck.
Your hair soft,
Let me pull.
Your soft face
Let me kiss.
Merrily, we welcome in the Year.
Spring is here, all things recovery. This is reflected in the activities of animals: birds rejoicing, rooster call and tumble in the sky lark, the nightingale singing in the valleys; also in the children's activities: romp, laughter and noise, together with the small animal to play.
The poem's three films as the three zoom lenses: Youyuanerjin followed the valley forests, villages, farmhouses, and then focus on a lamb compared with children who play. Image clear, specific, vivid, fun. The tone of the child to write poetry, reflecting the feelings of the children of the spring. Verse by the phrases and short sentences, pay attention to rhyme and repetition, near rhymes, relaxed, catchy, to read quite a fresh breath of spring, blowing
Auguries of Innocenceby
William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro 'all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Caterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro 'the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swaddling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro 'the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.
Four sentences of the poem there are several translations
See a world in a sand,
Heaven in a wild flower,
To infinity in the palm of your hand,
Eternity in the moment in the collection.
- SONNET
See a grain of sand in a world
See the flowers in a piece of the sky,
Hold in your palm unlimited
Hold infinity in an hour.
- Translated by Chang Chi Hang
See the world from a grain of sand,
From a flower to see heaven
Admittance into the eternal one hour,
To hold infinity in their own hands.
- Translated by Wang Zuoliang
Flowers and the world, a country of sand a day,
Jun Sheng endless palm, with moments of eternal.
- Zong Translation
A world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a flower.
Infinite _set_ hands, into the eternal moment.
- Translated by Xu
Now most of the translation with the following
A world in a grain of sand,
A heaven in a wild flower.
Two-hand infinite,
Moment is eternal.
A world in a grain of sand,
A heaven in a wild flower,
One of a Bodhi tree,
As to leaf.
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