学习啦 诗盈 2018-12-07 14:12:52
Over the steep， panting hills where
I rest my heart.
I like the simple homeliness
of the bitch and her puppies.
For how many centuries have
such homely sights been dear to us?
The stern old nettle tree standing by the village gate
gathers sweeping winds.
That's not all.
Beyond the village
the well never dries.
What a wonder it is，
the well's not a dipperful lower.
Children throw stones.
On the other side of the hills
pheasants flutter away， frightened for no reason.
The snow's not gone yet.
An old man， arms akimbo， runs into an eddy of wind.
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
Twiseted 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 wornout 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 nothin 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 second' 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!
my father told me not to go
He said he feared them always
and he told me that they
carried him away
I couldn't wait to touch them
to smell them I held them
And now I cannot break away
Their sweet bouquet disappears
like the vapor in the desert
So take a warning ,son
their beauty capture every
who lingers near them
But ancient windflowers,
I love you