anthology
Poems Household Edition
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Divine
Repeatedly to stop, my God, I am infinitely grateful to you,
You use this layer after layer of defenses around me:
Example, customs, fear, and not ring true luck -
These people despise it built into my castle.
Trembling, I dare not leaned out the castle,
With the eyes to look into the abyss below roaring,
The abyss of sin, ah, you must already overwhelmed me,
If they did not to protect me against me.
1833
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Compensation
Why I can look at the sun Happy,
Others have no such leisure?
Because they are happy of course, when
I was alone in suffering under shading.
Why do people delight eloquent,
I have to mute as the grave?
Ah! I used to preach, their silence,
Now already it is their turn to speak.
1834
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Rhododendron
Someone asked, flowers come from?
May, when the sea breezes pierce our loneliness,
A clump of azaleas make me fresh docked in the forest.
No flowers, leaves rolled in the wet corner,
Wilderness and slow streams also feel the love.
Purple petals, Piaozhui in the pond,
To the dark surface of the water added some bright,
Perhaps the Cardinals will come here to sort out the wings,
Even if it is ashamed of flowers to favorite.
Rhododendron ah! If you are wise to ask such a view
Why not be left to enjoy the sky and earth,
Tell them that if God is made to see the eyes,
Then there is the reason the U.S. is its own:
Why are you here, beautiful flowers like roses?
I never thought to ask you, do not know the answer;
However, the ignorance I have a simple idea:
Is a quote I came to the kind of lead you come into the world power.
1834
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Individual and overall
The field without knowing the farmer dressed in red
You are from a mountain high vistas;
Hilly farm far away the voice of the cow,
But it is not to win your favor;
Church sexton ringing the bell at noon hour
Napoleon would not think of an influential
Malaysia is in the road, cheerfully listening,
When his team swept the peak of the Alps;
You do not know the daily life of situation you
How quietly changed the neighbor's faith.
Each individual is associated with other individuals,
Not isolated the United States, there is no good in isolation.
Dawn, sparrow singing on alder branches,
I think it's from heaven;
Evening, I put back to its nest sparrow,
The same song but then can not give me happiness,
Because I do not bring back the river and the sky -
The eyes of their audience is not the ears.
Delicate shells lay on the beach;
Each Baltic Sea carrying foam coming,
They are decorated with a pearl glaze,
Sea works high, seems to be going to block
They safely escaped me.
I wipe the top of the foam and water plants,
Back to the sea to the birth of the treasure house;
Those plain shell
Can only continue to accompany the sun on the beach,
Sand and endless hustle and bustle of the storm.
Lover watching his elegant bride
Slowly moving in to send the pro's way
He did not know she was the most beautiful dress
The choir is a white foil.
When she finally came to his house,
Such as forest birds locked up in a cage -
Fantastic magic was gone,
Although gentle, they are no longer attractive.
So I said, "I'm thirsty love of truth;
The United States, only Sentimental childhood toys;
I put it and the childhood of the game to stay together. "-
I was saying, standing in my place,
The vines will gather soil Bo Meili,
Lycopodium wrapped around the edge;
I breathe the fragrance of violets,
Standing around the oak and spruce;
Pine cones and acorns off the floor;
Circled overhead the eternal sky,
Full of light and God's thoughts;
I re-see, I re-heard
Flowing river water and the morning birds -
U.S. quietly through my senses,
I cleared this perfect whole.
1834
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Blizzard
All the speakers are in the sky declared
The arrival of snow, which fly in the wilderness,
As if no place to land: dense snow
Hidden mountain, forest, river and sky,
Also covered the end of the garden houses.
Xingke sled stopped, Postman delay
Way, friends do not come to visit family
Sitting around the fireplace in the bright side, held in
Noise storms are separated by the private world.
Come and enjoy the north of the mason trade.
The fury of the craftsmen, its quarry
Brick inexhaustible, are each to the wind
Wood piles, trees and doors to white castle
It was again added sticking out the roof.
It's ten million hands quick to sway the
Savage fantasy works, did not care
Meter and scale. He also mischievous
Cages and kennels to hang a garland of white,
To hide the appearance of the thorns into a swan;
He sighed, ignoring the farmers, from the House to House
The path will fill the village, and at the door
Build a minaret, on the work top.
Appropriation of the entire world as he would in
The hour destined to withdraw, as if never been to,
When the sun appears, dismay, "art" can only
Slowly to imitate a stone a stone,
Time to copy with a strong wind one night
To complete the construction: a game for the snow.
1835
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Concord Chung
July 4, 1837, to celebrate the completion of the Battle Monument.
Wood River Bridge, crude tall,
Banner was rolled with the wind in April.
Put on military uniform and farmers here,
Alerted the world to their guns.
Secluded in the enemy already asleep,
Winners are secluded in the deeply buried.
Annihilation of the time in the bridge has been left leaning,
With the darker river unto the sea.
Today, on the shore of a quiet and green,
Memorial monument in our sustenance,
May the glory forever in memory,
When the descendants and ancestors of the same die.
Ling ah, is that you give them courage,
Freedom of generosity for future generations to die,
Do not let the monument in the years to come fades:
It belongs to them, also belong to you.
1837
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Hornet
Robust Hornet, you hum songs,
Where you is my dream place.
Under sail them, marching to Puerto Rico,
Across the seas, looking for a tropical horizon,
I only wish to follow you, with you as partners,
You are tropical, full of life and inspiration!
You danced the dance of curves, so that wild joy,
I follow the waves in your line,
Let me close to you, do your listener
When you sing in between shrubs and vines.
Small insects, the sun crushes who
It is with the joy of your kingdom of light!
Sky sailors, air waves, the
You carefree cruise;
The midday sun and tireless Xingke,
You enjoy a bright June;
Ask you waiting for me, so I close,
Around me and whisper with your buzzing -
Everything outside the pain and hardship.
Days in May, when the south wind
The mist of the network will blink tilt,
To silver gray color printed on the horizon,
When it's gentle fingers touching everything
Also in the face of all
Cast a glimmer of romantic fantasy,
When it passed quietly underground warmth,
The soil into the aroma of violets,
You are in the sun, the solitude,
Looking for traces of a flower bush,
You mellow, light bass
Deep green of the quiet even more so.
Ugly scorching summer favorite singer
Hypnotic tune you are to me enjoy
It tells the story of countless hour under the sun,
Long day, and the waterfront full of flowers;
About the Indian wilderness,
A myriad of aromatic world;
Syria tells tranquil quiet,
Bird-like happiness, the eternal quiet.
The landscape has never been filthy disgusting
Presented in front of my favorite insects;
It frequents the blueberry, violet,
Red maple, golden daffodils,
Deep grass, like the green flag,
Match with the sky, chicory,
Aquilegia corner filled with honey,
Fragrant fern, Aralia grass,
Alfalfa, catching caterpillar fungus, red lotus,
There Multiflora, dotted;
It also is not known, non-worried about it,
Changes only when it flies in the picture.
Wearing yellow breeches of the philosopher,
Prophet of mankind than you surprised me!
You just make beautiful things pleasant to the eye,
Let the sweet things you only entrance
You mocking fate, you transcend suffering,
You screen out the chaff, so wheat remains.
Wait until the cold north wind ferocious
Firmly in control of the land and sea,
You have already fled to the deep sleep;
Suffering and deprivation in vain waited at the side;
Deprivation and suffering, torture us again,
Your dreams having first loss.
1837
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Eros *
Sense of the world is actually very simple
Numerous and various explanations are lengthy,
Nothing but love and be loved
And God has still not learned,
Hey, they are then it is a breach
Never know repentance.
1844
Notes:
* Eros (Eros), the name of Greek mythology, Eros small.
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Nature
Nine surrounded by mystery,
Instead, look more beautiful world:
Although the confusion of the Prophet can not be passed
It runs endless secrets
But if your heart beat together with nature,
All will be revealed, from west to east.
Hidden in every form of mental
Are calling for a response similar spirit;
Each one atom _set_ yourself on fire,
Vaguely as see its future trajectory.
1844
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Bucks 1
Give me wine, but not the belly of the grape
Growing out of the beverage,
Not from the vines, the deep root of infinite extension,
Directly from the Andes down to Cape of Good Hope
Save the earth all the flavor.
The fruits of it from the realm of darkness
Greeting the dawn of day,
Its root infiltration in to the government, the
Adams felt the end of Fox Creek 2 venom;
It's painful night
With their own magic, causing mellow happiness.
We bought bread is ashes;
We bought wine 3, mixed with too much water;
Give me real food -
Its lush leaves and tendrils
Coiled silver mountains, in the kingdom of heaven
Covered with eternal dew;
Wine in the wine,
World of blood,
Form in the form of mold mold,
Let me drunk,
Let me be the dream it,
In all things, all random drift between nature;
Insight into the language of birds,
Perfect expression of all ideas.
It is like wine
Horizon
Daylight Falls,
Or, as ocean currents are not absolutely surging in the Atlantic
Towards the south they call home.
Bread and water,
Without deformation of the food,
Rainbow is its flowers, its fruit is wisdom,
That wine has incarnation,
That food is rational, but also the soul 4.
That wine is the music -
Integration of music and wine -
Drinking time
I'll hear the distant "chaotic" whispering to me;
The birth of the king and not a walk with me;
Poor grass will enjoy the idea of
When it reincarnation man, when how to act.
Triggered by their magic, I will open
The Secret World of every rock.
I am grateful for the happy juice,
It gave me all the knowledge -
Mysterious wind,
Resurrection of the ancient memory,
The custom of the city seems impregnable battlement
Suddenly left leaning, die.
Pour out your magic wine, Bacchus!
Find my lost, lost old!
Wine is wine antidote
Reward the grape vine!
I quickly admitted to long-term erosion of despair -
Rational long-forgotten dust submerged
The memory of past generations had long been extinct;
Make them a new look;
Wine time to repair all the damage;
Tipsy proliferation in the boundary
Let the brilliant history of back from the dead;
For the old canvas to re-color,
The abrasion re-engraved plates,
Book with a pen on a blue board
I painted the legend of yesterday
Trace man the first day of
Dancing gods and immortal hero.
1846
1. That Dionysus, in Greek mythology Dionysus.
2. The river Styx in Greek mythology.
3. Christian liturgy, the church must receive the bread and wine to commemorate Jesus.
4. According to Christian tradition, wine is the blood of Jesus, the bread is the body of Jesus. Eating bread and drinking wine is a blend of Christ. This change (transubstantiation) is the implementation of the liturgy in the church occurred. Emerson here is clearly rejected the Christian position.
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Merlin 1
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Keyed harp that you never make me joy,
Or fill my craving ear,
When playing strings, such as the operation of the wind between heaven and earth,
Free, super step, Majestic.
Serenade of the mildly crooning,
Crisp piano notes
How can I be awakened by the blood of wild
Since the mysterious depths?
When the poet as a king,
Strings must have a vigorous beating brutal force
Get rid of as if by mace or hammer
The art of thunder
Mercedes-Benz between the strings,
Reveal the secrets of the sun rotating,
And the distant planet of fire.
Merlin is the fate of the percussion percussion,
It should and the voice of the forest,
When the branches crashing the branches;
It should be boring and a torrent of groans,
When the ice in the spring tremor cells;
It should be surging and the speaker's words,
And the masculine soul should be the pulse
Should be, and the bustling noisy city,
And the fire should be torn war
Should be generous and the road warriors,
Should be, and the cave echoed the tune of the saints.
The great art of poetry
There must be a great temperament.
Poets do not use the rhythm and rhyme
His ideological restraints,
But to put aside all the stereotypes;
He will continue to climb
Towards the peak of Rhyme.
"Come in, come in," Angel said,
"Enter the top door,
Do not number the number of layers below,
A level close to the park scenery
That surprises along the staircase. "
He is the king of the game, well versed in his craft,
Never guilty, impeccable,
He will give daily happy hours,
Hidden in the poetry of the sweet liquid inside.
When his mysterious mind
Loudly sing their own music,
Ideas would have turned profiling,
Them and the tunes,
While walking, while dancing
Merged into a mighty force.
This happiness made him a rich indulgence,
He sings all the themes;
Merlin vigorous verse
Sufficient to resolve all the opposition of nature, -
He denied the tyrant's will,
He gave the lion mild temper,
His voice is sprinkled in the crest of the air,
This looming crisis has subsided,
He made a quiet season to grow,
As serene as the poetry.
If there is no inspiration, depression,
He does not expect to weave
Amazing poem;
He will wait for power restoration.
Birds from places like Xiu Xie
Soared to the highest point of the sky, -
Even if it is also far less than the height of the Muses soar.
He would not be so overstepped,
With wit that can reach that state,
Only belong to a particular soul,
Specific hour.
Sometimes the world seemed suddenly bright,
God's will free ride,
Even then idiots will wake up,
Insight into the millennium, this world of change -
Suddenly, inadvertently,
We are touched by their own, rushed to the door view,
Even if the Angels can not show the sword
They hide the landscape.
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The poet's rhyme
Regulating the affairs of kings;
Love the natural balance
Casting everything in pairs.
Every point to another point as such,
Each color has the opposite color,
Every sound echoes another voice,
Or high or low,
Happy blend of various flavors;
Leaves and branches with each other should be,
Not germinate when they are close.
Hand next to the hand, foot next to the foot,
The bride and groom will share the same body;
Ancient ceremony, the marriage between the parties
In every human's life to live.
Melting pot of bright light flash in the distance,
It melted spherical and bar,
Forging a pair of stars,
Who do not let them alone.
Animals for mad love,
The rhyme for Acacia;
Are at the right hour
Accession to the World's chorus.
Bands like the dancers methodically,
Thought also appeared hand in hand;
They perform in pairs,
Sometimes swap partners;
Help each other, each other against the background,
No lack of wisdom, there are some youth.
The whim of those solitary
Drift can only briefly,
As bachelor
Or marry the girl,
They do not ancestors,
Fear can not be left to future generations lies,
Can not let the truth will never decay.
As perfect as the eagle's wings,
Yun is a balance with all things,
Mathematics and trade
Muse to resort to the same harmony.
Francis Nano Goddess 2
Is so odd and even match,
Between heaven and earth in her near,
To correct all the imbalances,
So note perfect,
So that song totally natural.
Subtle charm, rich ruins,
Whispering in the house Health and whispered
3 while the three sisters weaving, singing;
Those of us who cycle in the soil,
They should be and the perfect temperament,
When the dim twilight sky
To hide our music drunk.
Notes:
1. Merlin (Merlin) is the hands of the magician of King Arthur legend.
2. Nano Francis (Nemesis) is the goddess of retribution in Greek mythology, its main function is to maintain the balance of the universe.
3. Three sisters refer to the Sisters of Fate, the fate of each of their textiles.
1846
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Julius el *
In that distant, distant ancient times,
Only the soul can catch a glimpse of meditation;
Time even just the wilderness,
No indication of the sun and the moon later years.
This is Julius El expelled experience
This is the place of the old things in heaven.
Time, the poet passed Pleiades,
Overheard the young gods of the conversation.
A dusty, rebellious sin,
Opened his ears to the screen deal.
The young gods are discussing
Forms of law, meter standards,
Celestial bodies, nature, the sun's rays,
What are the entities, which are illusions.
One of the energetic sound of deep,
There is no fear, and no argue,
His face seemed to melt the entire sky,
Let the devil everywhere are left around the corner.
He asserted the identity of God,
Should discard the concept of lines.
"Nature did not line
The individual and the universe are round,
All light travel will be futile,
Evil will bless, ice will burn. "
Julius el look like swords,
Sky Yang Qi a shiver;
Old Ares have shook his head, his face gloomy,
Myrtle flower bed, the angel of frown does not say,
Faint feeling of the inhabitants of heaven,
This reckless words will bring disaster,
Fate of the balance beam suddenly snapped
Suddenly ripped through the boundaries of good and evil,
Powerful Pluto also a loss,
Sink toward the abyss of chaos.
Suddenly, aware of their situation,
Julius el U.S. as my hand;
He was the God of heaven, honor the extraordinary,
At the moment but quietly retreated behind the clouds,
I do not know because he will be doomed
Revolves in the rebirth of the sea,
Or because the light of his insight
Weak eyes will burn.
Immediately, while the wind to eliminate memory
Covering the stature of every God,
Their lips locked out of the bag
As the fire buried in the ashes.
But the truth is still the specter appear from time to time,
Angel wings that cover the shame,
The orbit from the sun, the
The fruit from the chemical reaction, the
From the soul's journey in the physical world where
Rapid changes of water, the
Born in the evil from the good years,
Still heard the voice of Julius el sharp, full of contempt.
Deep sky, passing touch of crimson,
Gods quivering body, but I do not know why.
1846
Notes:
* Julius El (Uriel) is Milton "Paradise Lost" in the name of the archangel of the sun.
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Pleadings
Do not think I'm rebellious,
Because I wandering alone in the valley;
I went to pay homage to the god of the forest,
Preach his wisdom to the world.
Do not accuse me of lazy indolence
Only because I've been staring at the stream;
Every cloud floated across the sky,
I wrote the book in one word.
Hard-working people do not blame me
Zhigu quiet because I pick the flowers;
This hands Aster, each one
Home will be filled with a thought.
The mysterious world of all messages
Flowers are hiding in front of the image;
All the hidden history of ancient and modern
Birds have been sung in the shade.
Strong when the cattle left the field,
Give you just a harvest,
The other crops remain in place,
I picked them, into a song.
1846
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Arts
The legend of the luster and charm
Giving cart, dishes and pans;
To hide in the rubble in the noon light
Also shrouded mystery of the moon alone;
Neat cement road to the city,
Changes from all over the garden lilac sweet;
Sent to cool surging fountain,
Square baked in the hot sun singing;
To sculpture, drawing, parks and halls
Songs, flags, and public festivals,
Awaken memories of the past, decorate today,
Let tomorrow be a new beginning.
So, dust of people working hard
The clock will be the door through the city
A glimpse of s real magic of the King and attendants,
Star studded angel wings and skirts,
His ancestors in the flash in bright fables,
His children sitting beside the table in heaven.
Such a happy show
The privilege of art,
People used to travel on the earth,
To accept his fate Exile,
Since the creation of the kind of material he
Also the creation of day and sky,
He should edge of these stairs to climb,
His dignity and the same time;
The upper bound of immortal life, the same
Also nourished by a stream of weak mortals.
1847
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Days
Daughter of time, the days of hypocrisy,
Wrapped in scarves, silence, such as dance barefoot monk *.
They lined up, endless,
Crown and fagot hand,
The gift by will of the people gifts:
Bread, kingdoms, stars and the sky covered with stars.
I staggered in the garden of leaves, to see their queue
I forgot to wish the morning promised to rush between
Pick a few herbs and apples, the days
Turned and silently left. Too late -
The beam in her dark hair bands, I saw contempt.
Notes:
* Original dervishes, a Muslim tribe, which is characterized by ascetic and dance, to enter the mystery of an OBE state.
1851
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Brahma 1
If the blood-stained killers that kill the others,
Also thought that if those killed are killed himself
They have yet to know was the secret of my path to enlightenment,
I follow, and beyond, and from the reverse side.
Distant, forgotten, all around me,
No different shadows and sunlight,
Deity has long since disappeared but also appeared to me
Stigma and reputation I have included chest.
Those who forgot who I just wishful thinking,
Far Glory them when I was their wings;
I wonder who is suspected of ideas,
I am the endless day and night monks ode.
2 Great God who park all day long coveted my court,
Seven Saints 3 was no good dreams torture.
But you, the humble love of good heart,
I prepared a gift for you to paradise pale!
1856
Notes:
1. Brahma (Brahman) is the supreme Hindu god.
2. Large refers to the Hindu God Indra (sky god), Ani (Vulcan) and Yama (death).
3. Seven Saints refers Maharshis, the highest Hindu saints.
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