The Selling of a Soul   A poet struggling with the world‘s condition, Prostitution of talents and the bondage With which the bulk of men have been deceived, I am ...

Sara TeasdaleFairy snow, fairy snow, Blowing, blowing everywhere, Would that I Too, could fly Lightly,lightly through the air.   Like a wee, crystal star, I should drift, I sh...

Quiet Girl 安静的女孩   By Langston Hughes I would liken you To a night without star Were it not for your eyes.   I would liken you To a sleep without dreams Were it no...

Sudden  Light   I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell,   The sighing sound, the ligh...

A Birthday By Christina Rossetti   My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs bent with thickest fruit; M...

《Song 》 When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops...

Because I Could Not Stop for Death   Because I could not stop for death He was parking pick me The carriage was just the two of us And 'eternal life' with seat We slowly, he...

I‘m going out to clean the pasture spring; I‘ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha‘n‘t be gone long.--You come too. I‘m going ...

  His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world....

He who did not come, wasn‘t he determined Nonetheless to prganize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist to become the one we love, What would the heart have to create? Lovely...