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作舟诗集 (2006-01-03 19:03:39) 评论 (9)海外博客
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by水滴 发表评论于
I need to run now. If you pals like to listen, I did sing more songs last years. Can post it when I return home. Nothing to do with New Year Resolution or whatsoever...:)
作舟诗集 发表评论于
wow, really??
hope you enjoyed the stay in p-town.....
you should have let me know.....don't be shy.....:))
plus, you should have sung New Year songs for us....
hope you enjoyed the stay in p-town.....
you should have let me know.....don't be shy.....:))
plus, you should have sung New Year songs for us....
by水滴 发表评论于
I was out of town for two weeks. In fact I was in ZZ's Town for an overnight staying...:) If I knew which street you are living, might stop-by...:)))
影云 发表评论于
you are welcome!!!
good day to all of you too!!!
:)
good day to all of you too!!!
:)
LTG 发表评论于
love the poem, y.y., thanks for ZTing!!!!
hi, z.f., thank you!!
hi to S.D. here....happy new year to you!!
haven't seen you for a while.....
these darwings are created with basic pc tools....
it is the color and shapes i want to play with....
good day to you all!!!
hi, z.f., thank you!!
hi to S.D. here....happy new year to you!!
haven't seen you for a while.....
these darwings are created with basic pc tools....
it is the color and shapes i want to play with....
good day to you all!!!
知凡 发表评论于
很喜欢这种难以名状但给人感觉和想像的视觉表达。。。美。。。HARVEST。。。
谢谢YY分享的诗！
谢谢YY分享的诗！
影云 发表评论于
poetic . . . !!!
remind me of this poem by Ted Hughs
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
remind me of this poem by Ted Hughs
The Harvest Moon
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.
So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!
And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.
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