An Ode to Walden
Through a drop of water,
a silver lake reflected.
Under a glowing mirror,
A world inverse unfolded.
Under the mirror...
Where no grief doth the raven burden,
when great vita may the cypress present.
Where the fragrance flows in mine eyes,
whilst the moonlight's caressing mine lips.
The ashes above ,the embers below
The chirps around ，the voices inhold...
O wherest have mine senses flowed?
Ye elf of night!
Mine truth beyond noumena.
Ye sons of Gaia!
Mine power over the tiarra.
Enchanting melodies melting,
for the sound forsakes mine ears.
Shattered horizons gathering,
as the sight leaves mine eyes.
I am what thou art felt!
what thou art felt...
近来在复读雪莱的诗，觉得非常优美，同时又在读《瓦尔登湖》，遂有感而发，成此拙作。。。纯粹写着玩，欢迎来喷。。。囧