The Last Rose of Summer
'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred,
No rose bud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast
A three that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only god can make a tree,
哪位英语大神,能帮我写一首关于母亲节的英文清单诗或者是五行诗,谢了!!
In your eyesI the buds of spring;I'm a red hot summer in your eyes;In your eyes I fall in the fields of large solid;In your eyes I am empty on a warm day in winter;Oh, you know you are in my eyes?In my eyes you are my waddle walk strong arm I babble words gentle lip;In my eyes you are the sea of fans to the birds of the sky seems a boat;You are my life-all the praiseyou are my life-all the love in your eyes, I Swaddle is life;In my eyes you are the everlasting arms. ...望采纳谢谢、