f*********t
发帖数: 11092 | | f*********t
发帖数: 11092 | 2 比如这首，版上千老写得出来么
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
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 message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic 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;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
-- W. H. Auden | m***a
发帖数: 2262 | 3
刚刚提起笔抄了一遍，算是写出来了吧，当然我不是千老
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: 比如这首，版上千老写得出来么
: Funeral Blues
: Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
: 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 message He Is Dead.
: Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
: Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
| a*******y
发帖数: 400 | 4 一般，真的
他的爱情诗写的不咋地，差点意思
当然这不是说我写的好，而是说那么多诗人很多比他写得好
同样是怀念爱人，这首诗跟死的十四行诗没法比
当然也有可能是情感不够真挚lol 写给叶芝的那首比这首好多了 |
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