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Isabelle wants to say:
I seldom listen to Chinese songs,but there’s one I single cycle a lot.It’s beautiful,in many nights,the melody is around me,like water flows in the room.
Music heals,I feel relaxed and safe.
Later I knew that it was Yeats’s poem.I read it English,I felt like I didn’t like the words,english words.They were too simple too undramatic.I preferred Chinese.
I talked with my dad,I asked him why I fell in love with some Chinese-translated poems ,but felt nothing with the original English versions,Chinese words were more beautiful.
Dad said:”That’s about culture.Different cultures have different ways to express.We Chinese people,we use hieroglyphic,we use beautiful words,you enjoy the feeling that words bring you,you enjoy the beauty of words themselves.But as for foreign authors，they care more about the poem,the poem itself.They write down what they feel,the main ideas.They focus on what they wanna to express,their soul and the poem’s soul.”
So I read this poem again and again,I found more things,I got more feelings.Even though now I can’t tell which the way to express is better,I think both of they are beautiful.
I read a lot of Yeats’ poems,I like the love underneath his pen.It’s peace,it’s trust,it’s duty,it’s taking care,it’s treasuring,it’s immortalization.
Here’s a link of the Chinese version song,’when you are old’:
https://youtu.be/6qNtVNkuPgo
When you are old
--- William Butler Yeats
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.
April 13, 2015
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My poem(1)
Isabelle wants to say:
“To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.”
Love your life,love your self.Love doesn't only mean praising,but also accepting.Love is not incomplete,love is whole.Love all your merits ,love all your defects.keep your all brightness,admit all your darkness.Fight for your now,accept your past.
Love you,a really "you".
Gift
by Czeslaw Milosz
A day so happy.
Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over the honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no one worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
When straightening up, I saw blue sea and sails.
April 12, 2015
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500 miles away
I feel like it's a pretty usual day,and it's also pretty terrible.Sometimes people get tired and disappointed easily,even for no reason.
I get up,go to my own room,where all my roommates are supposed to be awake,cause we decided to clean,but they are not,so I go back to Cindy's room,drowsily,begin my day.
The weather in Israel is getting changeable now,like my mood.Two days before I was wearing shorts,but now I am trembling in my quilt.I began to think who I wanna be years ago,till now,it's always changing.I think I wanna be like my mom,always being kind and tolerant,keep smiling and understanding others,soft and modest.But I find that I am like dad,even worse than him.I lose my temper,to friends and myself.I start to doubt.I fall in love with isolation,but also somehow rely on staying with people I don't like.
I go to work in the horse farm.I meet Andrew.He's the guy I like and never seriously talk.He is from another campus,nearly 18,2 years older than me,jewish Russian I guess.He looks clean and gentle,soft and smart.I like his eyes,they look like sea.We once talked in front of the vending machine then I saw those eyes.I try not to talk to him,cause I'd like to like him as much as I can.The more I know about people,the less I like them.Like all my friends.Some people are jealous,some want to control,some judge others without really considering their merits and defects.As for me,I don't like me,I someway judge and dislike my friends,and couldn't control.
I ask my little brother who is 4 years old on Skype,he tells me just be happy,cause at least I need my friends and love them sometimes,which is better than having nothing.Mom says I can not always be satisfied,this is the reason why we live,to make it better.
I have to say thanks to what I have now,my parents and my little brother,even the horse-work which I don't like.Thank for families getting my back,giving me wise words which inspires me a lot.Thank for the horse-work making me to see the way Andrew works.
Sometimes we are depressed,that makes us to calm down and see clearly what we can change.Sometimes we get tired,so we stop working and think about what are we really chasing for.Sometimes we are disappointed,but we have people we treasure and want to protect.Isn't is enough?
Itunes is playing JustinTimberlake's song,I feel cold,but much better.So happy that I write all things down.I wanna say "goodnight"to the whole world and wish the person I like a sweet dream.
2015.4.12
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April 11, 2015
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