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本帖最后由 三思 于 2010-4-17 21:40 编辑 ! j* W+ M1 Y$ U% G. R& G+ G
- t, ^4 K+ t( R我很喜欢这段朗诵了,但是自己学不来。朗诵和唱歌一样,不是会说话就行的。1 U% k! k& C% J6 ?3 ]
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Funeral Blues
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
. i$ a1 n+ K5 {+ T4 V) |5 _Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, 2 L$ d3 ]3 \4 g" V
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
8 d2 ~, p4 O D3 TBring out the coffin, let the mourners come. * I/ {% Z9 s5 ?8 r9 G
3 L+ X: h" g( L' c, d6 _0 ]" D8 [Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
+ ^6 S* i0 L Q T# nScribbling on the sky the message He is Dead. . ~8 V- X; e& a3 W
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
0 I, y& X; V8 i0 o9 R! TLet the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. 3 Z) Y l& M$ w' ?$ I, I* L k! t
1 \5 g" i% @. BHe was my North, my South, my East and West, 0 A; v) O: E. }
My working week and my Sunday rest,
' H$ b3 s, ]) i+ Q# {My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
9 Y; Q' i: G& R! aI thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. ' o3 _8 T/ ^$ ]. _% J
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The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
9 u6 |( G" T& h0 E; z# ^) ^( NPack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
' `5 U; _7 W! H9 p) p) S ~6 ?% nPour away the ocean and sweep up the woods; : Z }) r6 P' [# N6 m- N
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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W.H. Auden |
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