So often, when I‘m alone with my thoughts, I feel your presence enter me like the morning sun‘s early light, filling my memories and dreams of us with a warm and clear radiance. ...

A psalm of life  BY Herry Wadsworth Longfellow         Tell me not in mournful numbers，     Life is but an empty dream！   ...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost   Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his ...

Riding the Subway Aurora Antonovic   this autumn morning with my best friend who lets me tag along on his errands as though I am a child to tag along， to tag a...

He Tells of a Valley Full of Lovers by William Butler Yeats I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my ...

我的生活就是诗。   说起诗，人类通常有两种反应：一种是，觉得诗这个文体，相当厉害相当高雅，不敢轻易读诗，更不敢轻易说自己读懂了某首诗；另一种是，发出灵魂质问：“这就是...

They‘re both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.   Since they‘d never met before, they‘re sur...

ON HEARING DONG PLAY THE FLAGEOLET A POEM TO PALACE-ATTENDANT FANG                   &nb...

AN OLD AIR Li Qi There once was a man, sent on military missions, A wanderer, from youth, on the You and Yan frontiers. Under the horses‘ hoofs he would meet his foes An...

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted. I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are ...