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Category: Poems – English
The power of prayer,
The blessing of God,
The character of Father Naylor,
Who gives up not,
The love from followers,
His condition lingers in their thoughts.
【Just received an update on Father Naylor:
Visited Father Naylor around noon today. He was awake and
conscious, and he appeared not as weak as a week ago.】
In response to Fr. Naylor’s improved condition, Arthur Cheung Ping Kam wrote: Continue reading
On Father’s Day in Donald Trump’s USA,
Fathers and mothers were handcuffed and carried away,
Leaving behind many children of very young age,
To be kept like animals in a cage.
President Trump enjoyed a gorgeous Father’s Day,
Cheered by his wealthy sons and beautiful mate,
” Illegal immigrants should be prosecuted without delay,
” Zero tolerance is what I say,”
” Their children’s pain is the price they pay,”
” For breaking the law in the USA! ” Continue reading
《Nightmare》 __ Chan Sui Man
When will you stop to wear
Down my weakening air?
When will you disappear
Before I suffocate in despair? Continue reading
BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, 歌唱熱情歡樂的詩人
Ye have left your souls on earth! 你已把靈魂交給大地
Have ye souls in heaven too, 也留它在天國
Doubled-lived in regions new? 在新天地間過着雙重生活
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What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer
That stays one moment in an open flower,
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
隨即在樹間來回舞遊 Click here to continue.
《How Many Bards Gild the Lapses of Time》
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,—I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime: Continue reading
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously Continue reading
《Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Could Tell》 By John Keats
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
No God, no demon of severe response
Deigns to reply from heaven or from hell
Then to my human heart I turn at once:
Heart, thou and I are here, sad and alone,
Say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain! Continue reading
《To Sleep》 by John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas’d eyes, embower’d from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close
In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,
Or wait the “Amen,” ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passed day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes,— Continue reading
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d
By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;
Make not your rosary of yew-berries,
Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be
Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl
A partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;
For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul.
淹沒你清醒靈魂中的苦惱 Continue reading