Love Poems

自己手残，上完课回来脑子不好使，把最完美的一份弄丢了

Now you must know that a Town Mouse once upon a time went on a visit to his cousin in the country. He was rough and ready, this cousin, but he loved his town friend and made him heartily welcome. Beans and bacon, cheese and bread, were all he had to offer, but he offered them freely. 

The Town Mouse rather turned up his long nose at this country fare, and said: “I cannot understand, Cousin, how you can put up with such poor food as this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the country; come you with me and I will show you how to live. 

When you have been in town a week you will wonder how you could ever have stood a country life.” No sooner said than done: the two mice set off for the town and arrived at the Town Mouse’s residence late at night. “You will want some refreshment after our long journey,” said the polite Town Mouse, and took his friend into the grand dining-room. 

There they found the remains of a fine feast, and soon the two mice were eating up jellies and cakes and all that was nice. Suddenly they heard growling and barking. “What is that?” said the Country Mouse. “It is only the dogs of the house,” answered the other. “Only!” said the Country Mouse. “I do not like that music at my dinner.” 

Just at that moment the door flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had to scamper down and run off. “Good-bye, Cousin,” said the Country Mouse, “What! going so soon?” said the other. “Yes,” he replied;

“Better beans and bacon in peace than cakes and ale in fear.”

REMEMBER by Christina Rossetti

思忆[克里斯蒂娜·罗塞蒂]

REMEMBER me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.

请记住我,当我离去时

我去到那遥远的静谧之地

那时你再不能牵住我的手

而我也再不能欲走还留

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

请记住我,当日复一日

你再也不能向我诉说未来的愿望

只要你还记住我, 你明白的

到那时再相劝或祈祷已然迟矣

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

如果你暂时将我遗忘

而后又忆起,请不要忧伤

因为那黑暗和腐朽之乡,倘若能留下

些许我过去的思想

我宁愿你能将我微笑地忘记

也远远胜似把我悲伤地记起

If you can keep your head when all about you   

    Are losing theirs /and blaming it on you,   

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

    But/ make allowance for their doubting too;   

If you can wait /and not be tired by waiting, 

    Or /being lied about, don’t/ deal in lies, 

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, 

    And yet/ don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If /you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   

    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   

If /you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 

    And treat /those two impostors just the same;   

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken 

    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to, /broken, 

    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And /lose, and start again at your beginnings 

    And never breathe a word about your loss; 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   

    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, 

    If all men count with you, but none too much; 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   

    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

如果所有人都失去理智，咒骂你，

你仍能保持头脑清醒；

如果所有人都怀疑你，

你仍能坚信自己，让所有的怀疑动摇；

如果你要等待，不要因此厌烦，

为人所骗，不要因此骗人，

为人所恨，不要因此抱恨，

不要太乐观，不要自以为是；

如果你是个追梦人——不要被梦主宰；

如果你是个爱思考的人——光想会达不到目标；

如果你遇到骄傲和挫折

把两者当骗子看待；

如果你能忍受，你曾讲过的事实

被恶棍扭曲，用于蒙骗傻子；

看着你用毕生去看护的东西被破坏，

然后俯身，用破烂的工具把它修补；

如果在你赢得无数桂冠之后，

突遇颠峰下跌之险，

失败过后，东山再起，

不要抱怨你的失败；

如果你能迫使自己，

在别人走后，长久坚守阵地，

在你心中已空荡荡无一物，

只有意志告诉你“坚持！”；

如果你与人交谈，能保持风度，

伴王行走，能保持距离；

如果仇敌和好友都不害你；

如果所有人都指望你，却无人全心全意；

如果你花六十秒进行短程跑，

填满那不可饶恕的一分钟——

你就可以拥有一个世界，

这个世界的一切都是你的，

更重要的是，孩子，你是个顶天立地的人。

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I Like For You To Be Still

by Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still

It is as though you are absent

And you hear me from far away

And my voice does not touch you

It seems as though your eyes had flown away

And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth

As all things are filled with my soul

You emerge from the things

Filled with my soul

You are like my soul

A butterfly of dream

And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still

And you seem far away

It sounds as though you are lamenting

A butterfly cooing like a dove

And you hear me from far away

And my voice does not reach you

Let me come to be still in your silence

And let me talk to you with your silence

That is bright as a lamp

Simple, as a ring

You are like the night

With its stillness and constellations

Your silence is that of a star

As remote and candid

I like for you to be still

It is as though you are absent

Distant and full of sorrow

So you would've died

One word then, One smile is enough

And I'm happy;

Happy that it's not true

This is probably one of the most famous poem from Yeats. The themes of the poem are love, loss and regret and although based on the poet’s own personal life, the sentiment reflected in this poem is common to most, if not all, rejected lovers.

The speaker of the poem addresses his beloved saying that when she is aged she should read a particular book which will remind her of her youth. She will remember the people who had loved her grace and her beauty with either real or fake sentiments in the past, and also that one man who had loved her soul unconditionally as she grew old and the way she looked changed. As she is reminded of him, she will regret her missed opportunity of true love.

When You Are Old

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

 When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.\