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STOPPING BY THE WOOD ON A SNOWY EVENING
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his house fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near.
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there was some mistake.
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
A DAY
I'll tell you how the sun rose, --
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
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But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars, --
And led the flock away.
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MOTHER TO SON
Well, Son, I'll tell you
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor.
BARE.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landins,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause youfind it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now-
For I'se still goin', honey.
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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.
Negro Speaks of Rivers
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human rivers
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset
I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
THIS PART REQUIRES A CHINESE VIEWER PROGRAM!
問劉十九
綠蟻新醅酒，紅泥小火爐。
晚來天欲雪，能飲一杯無。
凊明 村牧
凊明時節雨紛紛﹐
路上行人欲處魂。
借問酒家何處有﹐
牧童遙指杏花村。
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