第1个回答 2008-08-15
我的人民
原著：兰斯顿·休斯
夜晚美丽，
我的人民的面孔亦美丽。
群星美丽，
我的人民的眼睛亦美丽。
美丽亦属于太阳，
美丽亦属于我的人民的心灵！
英语原文：
My People
---Langston Hughes
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
第2个回答 2008-08-18
My People
---Langston Hughes
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
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第3个回答 2008-08-15
有一首
For My People
By Margaret Walker
repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues
and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
unseen power;
For my people lending their strength to the years, to the
gone years and the now years and the maybe years,
washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending
hoeing plowing digging planting pruning patching
dragging along never gaining never reaping never
knowing and never understanding;
For my playmates in the clay and dust and sand of Alabama
backyards playing baptizing and preaching and doctor
and jail and soldier and school and mama and cooking
and playhouse and concert and store and hair and Miss
Choomby and company;
For the cramped bewildered years we went to school to learn
to know the reasons why and the answers to and the
people who and the places where and the days when, in
memory of the bitter hours when we discovered we
were black and poor and small and different and nobody
cared and nobody wondered and nobody understood;
For the boys and girls who grew in spite of these things to
be man and woman, to laugh and dance and sing and
play and drink their wine and religion and success, to
marry their playmates and bear children and then die
of consumption and anemia and lynching;
For my people thronging 47th Street in Chicago and Lenox
Avenue in New York and Rampart Street in New
Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed and happy
people filling the cabarets and taverns and other
people's pockets needing bread and shoes and milk and
land and money and something--something all our own;
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing time
being lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, and shackled
and tangled among ourselves by the unseen creatures
who tower over us omnisciently and laugh;
For my people blundering and groping and floundering in
the dark of churches and schools and clubs and
societies, associations and councils and committees and
conventions, distressed and disturbed and deceived and
devoured by money-hungry glory-craving leeches,
preyed on by facile force of state and fad and novelty, by
false prophet and holy believer;
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a better way
from confusion, from hypocrisy and misunderstanding,
trying to fasion a world that will hold all the people,
all the faces, all the adams and eves and their countless
generations;
Let a new earth rise. Let another world be born. Let a
bloody peace be written in the sky. Let a second
generation full of courage issue forth; let a people
loving freedom come to growth. Let a beauty full of
healing and a strength of final clenching be the pulsing
in our spirits and our blood. Let the martial songs be
written, let the dirges disappear. Let a race of men now
rise and take control.
第二首
My People
The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.
Langston Hughes
第4个回答 2008-08-16
Love
May be a bother.
Can be bothered
Sometimes a caring.
Hope
You will never forget the love and sweet.
Hope
You will be lonely and painful permanently abandon
Hope
Do not you innocent Childhood Sakura Tree ,
Playing a corrupt tombstone engraved with old and the epitaph.
Hope
Do not you Childhood Sakura Tree the wreckage,
Tong Zhi again made a little shake cars.
Nuwa negligence
Female presence of the original clan society
The last patrons love deformity……
It seems that
You really good confused……
I can be,
Is not clear many more than you
One day,
When the wind slowly approached,
Do you feel some old?
One day,
When you cloaked in snow suits,
Seeing youth stumble away,
You will not have the slightest hearts will be helpless?
Please do not snow in the winter,
Appreciate white and white hug and freeze solid.
Please do not in the Drowsiness long dream
Close their eyes when examining to explore the past, discrimination throughout, dismissive, Miserable , that the case Grey dawn.
Hopefully,
We have to wake up to,
You still you,
I still I.
Hopefully,
We have to wake up to,
Sun ups and downs routines,
And long-lasting that will remain unchanged.