Scrapbook 1 is about love story. This post is about love poems that have been my all time favourite. 3 poetry in 3 different languages. No worry, my first play would be written in English, neither Chinese nor German.
What is “The First Play – scrapbook” about?
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The First Play scrapbook 1
What is “The First Play – scrapbook” about?
Please read:
Haven’t you heard about Freischutz?
The First Play scrapbook 1
Morgens und Abends zu lesen
Bertolt Brecht
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht
Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich ihm erschlagen könnte.
Sonnet
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
致橡树
舒婷
如果我爱你–
绝不像攀援的凌霄花，
借你的高枝炫耀自己;
如果我爱你–
绝不学痴情的鸟儿，
为绿荫重复单纯的歌曲；
也不止像泉源，
常年送来清凉的慰藉；
也不止像险峰，
增加你的高度，
衬托你的威仪。
甚至日光。
甚至春雨。
不，这些都还不够！
我必须是你近旁的一株木棉，
作为树的形象和你站在一起。
根，紧握在地下，
叶，相触在云里。
每一阵风过，
我们都互相致意，
但没有人
听懂我们的言语。
你有你的铜枝铁杆
像刀，像剑，
也像戟；
我有我红硕的花朵，
像沉重的叹息，
又像英勇的火炬。
我们分担寒潮、风雨、霹雳，
我们共用雾霭、流岚、虹霓；
仿佛永远分离，
却又终身相依。
这才是伟大的爱情，
坚贞就在这里；
爱–
不仅爱你伟岸的身躯，
也爱你坚持的位置，足下的土地。
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