For you～Vulnerable children

When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book;
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true。
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.——《when you are old》

谢谢你王小姐。

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Why are those tears in your eyes, my child?
How horrid of them to be always scolding you for nothing?
You have stained your fingers and face with ink while writing--is that why they call you dirty?
O, fie! Would they dare to call the full moon dirty because it has smudged its face with ink?
For every little trifle they blame you, my child. They are ready to find fault for nothing.
You tore your clothes while playing--is that why they call you untidy?
O, fie! What would they call an autumn morning that smiles through its ragged clouds?
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
Take no heed of what they say to you, my child.
They make a long list of your misdeeds. Everybody knows how you love sweet things--is that why they call you greedy?
O, fie! What then would they call us who love you?
　　 为什么你眼里有了眼泪，我的孩子？
　　他们真是可怕，常常无谓地责备你！
　　你写字时墨水玷污了你的手和脸——这就是他们所以骂你龌龊的缘故么？
　　呵，呸！他们也敢因为圆圆的月儿用墨水涂了脸，便骂它龌龊么？
　　他们总要为了每一件小事去责备你，我的孩子。他们总是无谓地寻人错处。
　　你游戏时扯破了你的衣服——这就是他们说你不整洁的缘故么？
　　呵，呸！秋之晨从它的破碎的云衣中露出微笑。那末，他们要叫它什么呢？
　　他们对你说什么话，尽管可以不去理睬他，我的孩子。
　　他们把你做错的事长长地记了一笔帐。
　　谁都知道你是十分喜欢糖果的——这就是他们所以称你做贪婪的缘故么？
　　呵，呸！我们是喜欢你的，那末，他们要叫我们什么
—《责备》 泰戈尔

妇人，你叫什么名字？——我不知道。
你生于何时，来自何处？——我不知道。
你为什么在地上挖洞？——我不知道。
你在这里多久了？——我不知道。
你为什么咬我的手指？——我不知道。
你不知道我们不会害你吗？——我不知道。
你站在哪一方？——我不知道。
战争正进行着，你必须有所选择。——我不知道。
你的村子还存在吗？——我不知道。
这些是你的孩子吗？——是的。
——《越南》

@荫雅 我在这里分享了几首喜欢的诗歌

谢谢楼楼～ 我慢慢看

阅读量好广我自己小书架上的书都还没看完

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
天国的嫁衣
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
倘若我能得到天堂中的锦绣
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
织满了金色的和银色的光彩
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
还有湛蓝的夜色与洁白的昼光
Of night and light and the half-light,
织上夜空、白昼、朦胧的光彩
I would spread the cloths under your feet,
我将用这锦缎铺展在你的脚下
But I, being poor, have only my dreams,
可我，如此贫穷，仅仅拥有梦
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
我把我的梦铺到你的脚下
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
轻轻地踩，因为你踩着我的梦
———叶芝

你知道么，越讨厌一个人，也会老注意着，时间长了，比普通同学朋友的都了解得多，等发现这人没想像中的那么讨厌的时候，就晚了 …