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发表于 2006-11-17 21:54
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最初的一朵茉莉
AH, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day,
when I filled my hands---with these jasmines,
these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight,
the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river
---through the darkness of midnight!
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road in the lonely waste,
like a bride raising her veil
---to accept her lover.
Yet my memoery is still sweet with the first white jasmines
---that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life,
---and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.
---On gray mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
---I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of BAKULAS woven by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines
---that filled my hands when I was a child.
PS:高中时很喜欢的一首诗,<<最初的一朵茉莉>>
很淡雅,很清新,泰戈尔的诗~~~他怎么总是很描写的那么恰到好处呢?
很喜欢这样的风格~~~那样意境,联想
你心中的那个人,
是你所想的最初的"茉莉"吗?
云淡风清的~~~ |
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发表于 2006-11-14 19:58
无聊啊~~~~