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1、2023年抖森朗诵诗词 Desiderata by Max Ehrmann Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.As far as poible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have t

2、heir story. Avoid loud and aggreive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and leer persons than yourself.Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, howeve

3、r humble; it is a real poeion in the changing fortunes of time.Exercise caution in your busine affairs; for the world is full of trickery.But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself.Especially, do not fe

4、ign affection.Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the gra. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.But do not distre yourself wit

5、h dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneline.Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no le than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it shoul

6、d. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.Be cheerful.Strive to be happy. Elegy 5 by Ovid In sum

7、mers heat, and mid-time of the day, To rest my limbs, upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other open stood, Which gave such light, as twinkles in a wood, Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun, Or night being past, and yet not day begun.Such light to shamefast maidens must be shown, Where th

8、ey may sport, and seem to be unknown.Then came Corinna in a long loose gown, Her white neck hid with trees hanging down, Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed, Or Lais of a thousand lovers sped.I snatched her gown: being thin, the harm was small, Yet strived she to be covered therewithal, And striv

9、ing thus as one that would be cast, Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.Stark naked as she stood before mine eye, Not one wen in her body could I spy, What arms and shoulders did I touch and see, How apt her breasts were to be preed by me, How smooth a belly, under her waist saw I, How large a

10、 leg, and what a lusty thigh? To leave the rest, all liked me paing well, I clinged her naked body, down she fell, Judge you the rest, being tired she bade me ki.Jove send me more such afternoons as this. Elegy 9 by Ovid Yet should I curse a god, if he but said, Live without love, so sweet ill is a

11、maid.For when my loathing it of heat deprives me, I know not whether my minds whirlwind drives me.Even as a headstrong courser bears away, His rider vainly striving him to stay, Or as a sudden gale thrusts into sea, The haven touching bark now near the lea, So wavering Cupid brings me back amain, An

12、d purple Love resumes his darts again.Strike boy, I offer thee my naked breast, Here thou hast strength, here thy right hand doth rest.Here of themselves thy shafts come, as if shot, Better then I their quiver knows them not.Haple is he that all the night lies quiet And slumbring, thinks himself muc

13、h bleed by it.Fool, what is sleep but image of cold death, Long shalt thou rest when Fates expire thy breath.But me let crafty damsels words deceive, Great joys by hope I inly shall conceive.Now let her flatter me, now chide me hard, Let me enjoy her oft, oft be debarrd.Cupid by thee, Mars in great

14、doubt doth trample, And thy step-father fights by thy example.Light art thou, and more windy then thy wings, Joys with uncertain faith thou takst and brings.Yet Love, if thou with thy fair mother hear , Within my breast no desert empire bear.Subdue the wandring wenches to thy reign, So of both peopl

15、e shalt thou homage gain. Fresh Cheese And Cream by Robert Herrick Would ye have fresh Cheese and Cream? Julias Breast can give you them: and if more: each Nipple cries, To your cream, heres Strawberries. From Romeo And Juliet Act 5 Scene 3 by William Shakespeare O my love! my wife! Death, that hath

16、 suckd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquerd; beautys ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that ha

17、nd that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay wi

18、th thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, li

19、ps, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous ki A datele bargain to engroing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Heres to my love! Funeral Blues by W.H.Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the t

20、elephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the meage He is Dead.Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic

21、policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, P

22、our away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good. Go To The Limits of Your Longing by Rainer Maria Rilke God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.These are words we dimly hear: You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the

23、 limits of your longing.Embody me.Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in.Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.Just keep going.No feeling is final.Dont let yourself lose me.Nearby is the country they call life.You will know it by its seriousne.Give me your hand. Good God, W

24、hat A Night That Was by Petronius Good God, what a night that was, The bed was so soft, and how we clung, Burning together, lying this way and that, Our uncontrollable paions Flowing through our mouths. If I could only die that way, Id say goodbye to the busine of living. He Would Not Stay For Me; A

25、nd Who Can Wonder by A.E.Housman He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways. I Love Thee by Thomas Hood I love theeI love thee! Tis all that I can say; It is my visi

26、on in the night, My dreaming in the day; The very echo of my heart, The bleing when I pray: I love theeI love thee! Is all that I can say.I love theeI love thee! Is ever on my tongue; In all my proudest poesy That chorus still is sung; It is the verdict of my eyes, Amidst the gay and young: I love t

27、heeI love thee! A thousand maids among.I love theeI love thee! Thy bright hazel glance, The mellow lute upon those lips, Whose tender tones entrance; But most, dear heart of hearts, thy proofs That still these words enhance, I love theeI love thee! Whatever be thy chance. La Belle Dame Sans Merci by

28、 John Keats Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrels granary is full, And the harvests done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish mois

29、t and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faerys child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And mad

30、e sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faerys song. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side. I saw pal

31、e kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall! I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hills side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loi

32、tering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Leda And The Swan by William Butler Yeats A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs careed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helple breast upon his breast. How ca

33、n those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up,

34、So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? Let Me Put It This Way by Simon Armitage Let me put it this way: if you came to lay your sleeping head against my arm or sleeve, and if my arm went dead, or if I had

35、 to take my leave at midnight, I should rather cleave it from the joint or seam than make a scene or bring you round. There, how does that sound? Life Story by Tenneee Williams After youve been to bed together for the first time, without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance, the o

36、ther party very often says to you, Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you, whats your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you lying together in completely re

37、laxed positions like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed. You tell them your story, or as much of your story as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, each time a little more faintly, until the oh is just an audible breath, and then of course there

38、s some interruption.Slow room service comes up with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee and gaze at himself with the mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.And then, the first thing you know, before youve had time to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,

39、theyre telling you their life story, exactly as theyd intended to all along, and youre saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming no more than an audible sigh, as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to the left, draws one last, long, deep b

40、reath of exhaustion and stops breathing forever.Then? Well, one of you falls asleep and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth, and thats how people burn to death in hotel rooms. Love After Love by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yoursel

41、f arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the others welcome, and say, sit here.Eat.You will love again the stranger who was your self.Give wine.Give bread.Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who

42、 knows you by heart.Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.Sit.Feast on your life. May I Feel Said He by E.E.Cummings may i feel said he (ill squeal said she just once said he) its fun said she (may i touch said he how

43、 much said she a lot said he) why not said she (lets go said he not too far said she whats too far said he where you are said she) may i stay said he (which way said she like this said he if you ki said she may i move said he is it love said she) if youre willing said he (but youre killing said she

44、but its life said he but your wife said she now said he) ow said she (tiptop said he dont stop said she oh no said he) go slow said she (cccome?said he ummm said she) youre divine!said he (you are Mine said she) The Prince: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Now sleeps the crimson

45、 petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypre in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.The firefly wakens; waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Dana to the stars, And all thy heart lies

46、open unto me. Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me. Now folds the lily all her sweetne up, And slips into the bosom of the lake.So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip Into my bosom and be lost in me. One Cigarette by Edwin Morgan No smoke without y

47、ou, my fire.After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love.One cigarette in the non-smokers tray.As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face.Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.Out with the light.Let the smoke lie back in the dark