Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly1.Like barley bending And rising again,So would I,unbroken,Rise from pain.So would I softly,Day long,night long,Change my sorrow Into song....Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly1.Like barley bending And rising again,So would I,unbroken,Rise from pain.So would I softly,Day long,night long,Change my sorrow Into song.赏析:莎拉·蒂斯黛尔(1884-1933),美国著名女诗人,曾获1917年普利策诗歌奖。展开更多
文摘Like barley bending In low fields by the sea,Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly1.Like barley bending And rising again,So would I,unbroken,Rise from pain.So would I softly,Day long,night long,Change my sorrow Into song.赏析:莎拉·蒂斯黛尔(1884-1933),美国著名女诗人,曾获1917年普利策诗歌奖。
