LIKE BARLEY BENDING （象大麦）By Sara Teasdale Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly. Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song.
Dreams 梦想Hold fast to dreams For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged bird That can never fly. Hold fast to dreams，For when dreams goLife is a barren field Frozen only with snow
In a Station of the Metro(在地铁站)
by Ezra PoundThe ap ...