《清晨的脉搏》是美国诗人、民权活动家玛雅·安杰洛的一首诗，她于1993年1月为比尔·克林顿总统就职典礼创作并演唱了这首诗。这首诗呼应了克林顿就职演说中的要点，尤其是美国需要承认种族灭绝、奴隶制、殖民主义和环境破坏的暴力历史，以确保一个更加和平与公平的未来。这首诗旨在激发观众对他人和地球的团结和责任感。
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《论清晨的脉搏》全文
《清晨的脉搏》总结
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
“早晨的脉搏”主题
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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面对过去的重要性
这一主题在诗中出现的地方:- 线22页
- 行26-33
- 56 - 65行
- 第75 - 73行
- 第90 - 88行
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Theme" data-position="2" data-title="Unity and Responsibility ">
团结责任
这一主题在诗中出现的地方:- 23 - 106行
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
《早晨的脉搏》逐行解读与分析
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="1">行1 - 2
一块石头，一块……
．.．早已离去， - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="2">行3 - 8
标记着乳齿象，…
．.．灰尘和岁月。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="3">第四行
但是今天，…
．.．放在这里。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="4">行14 - 18
你，只为…
．.．在无知中堕落。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="5">行19 - 22日
你的嘴溢出来…
．.．遮住你的脸。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="6">第23 - 25行
墙那边……
．.．在我身边。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="7">行26-31
你们每个人……
．.．在我的胸前。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="8">行32-36
然而，今天我……
．.．斯通就是其中之一。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="10">行37-42
在犬儒主义出现之前……
．.．聪明的岩石。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="11">行43-48
所以说…
．.．无家可归的老师。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="12">行调查
他们听到。他们……
．.．在河边。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="13">行54-55
你们每个人……
．.．已经付过钱了。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="14">56 - 61行
你，给了…
．.．渴望黄金。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-position="15">第65 - 62行
你，土耳其人，…
．.．为了一个梦想。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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来，你们自己加油……
．.．已支付。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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举起你的…
．.．重生。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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举起你的…
．.．你的手。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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把它塑造成……
．.．为了新的开始。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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不要……
．.．改变的步骤。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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这里，在…
．.．那就是乳齿象了。 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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在这里…
．.．脸，你的国家 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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简单地说……
．.．早上好。
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
"早晨的脉搏"符号
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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岩石、河流和树
这个符号在诗中出现的地方:- 行1 - 4:“一块石头，一条河，一棵树/已经灭绝的物种的主人，/标志着乳齿象，/恐龙”
- 9 - 12行:“岩石清晰有力地向我们呼喊，/来吧，你可以站在我的背上/面对你遥远的命运，/但不要在我的阴影下寻求避风港。”
- 21 - 22:“岩石今天喊着，你可以站在我身上，但不要掩面。”
- 24 - 25日:“一条河唱着美丽的歌，来我身边休息吧。”
- 行29-32:“你们为利益而进行的武装斗争/在我的岸上留下了废物的衣领，在我的胸前留下了碎片的激流。/然而，今天我呼唤你到我的河边，”
- 行35-36:"我与树与石头合二为一"
- 40行:“河水唱啊唱啊。”
- 42行:"歌唱的河流和智慧的岩石"
- 行49-50:“他们都听到了/树的声音。”
- 行:51号~ 53号“每棵树的第一个和最后一个/对人类说话。到我这里来，在河边。/站在我身边，就在河边。”
- 第70 - 67行:“我是河边种下的树，不会被移动。/我是岩石，我是河流，我是树/我是你的
- 第96 - 95行:“岩石，河流，大树，你的国家。”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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阴影，黑暗和黑暗
这个符号在诗中出现的地方:- 第8行:“尘埃与岁月的阴霾”
- 12行:不要在我的阴影下寻求庇护
- 16行:“伤痕累累的黑暗”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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早....
这个符号在诗中出现的地方:- 72行:“这明亮的晨曦为你而来”
- 77行:“你的黎明破晓了。”
- 93行:“这美好日子的脉搏”
- 99行:“新的一天的脉搏”
- 106行:“早上好。”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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种植与根
这个符号在诗中出现的地方:- 53行:“站在我身边”
- 66行:"扎根在我身边"
- 67行:“种植”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
《清晨的脉搏》诗歌手法与比喻语言
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="1" data-title="Enjambment">跨行连续
在诗中出现enjamment的地方:- 行4 - 5:“代币/的”
- 行5 - 6:“这里/在”
- 行7 - 8:“厄运/是”
- 第10 - 11行“my / Back”
- 14日至15日:" than / The "
- 第15 - 16行:" in / The "
- 行17 - 18:“长/脸”
- 19日:“文字/武装”
- 29 - 30日线:“利润/拥有”
- 30 - 31行:“upon / My”
- 行34-35:" songs / The "
- 行35-36:“the / Tree”
- 行37-38:“your / Brow”
- 行38-39:“仍然/知道”
- 行41-42:" to / The "
- 行43-44:“犹太人/ The”
- 行44-45:“苏族，/ The”
- 第45 - 46行:“希腊语/ The”
- 行46-47:“Sheikh， / The”
- 行47-48:“传教士，/ The”
- 行49-50:" hear / The "
- 行51-52:“树/说话”
- 行54-55:“通过/延续”
- 行56-57:“你/波尼族”
- 行57-58:“你/切罗基”
- 行58-59:“然后/被迫”
- 行59-60:" of / Other "
- 第72 - 71行:“需要/为了”
- 第75 - 74行:“面对/面对”
- 第77 - 76行:“在/在”
- 第79 - 78行:" again / To "
- 第83 - 82行:" most / Private "
- 第84 - 83行:into / The
- 第86 - 85行:“爱心/每个”
- 第87 - 86行:“机会/为了”
- 第89 - 88行:“永远/到”
- 第90 - 89行:“永远/到”
- 第95 - 94行:“勇气/去”
- 第96 - 95行:“the / Rock”
- 第101 - 100行:out / And
- 第102 - 101行:" into / Your "
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
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诗中出现caesura的地方:- 1号线:"岩石，A " "河流，A "
- 第4行:“恐龙,”
- 第9行:"今天，" "我们，清楚地，有力地"
- 第14行:“你,创造了“
- 15行:“天使”
- 第21行:“今天,你”
- 31行:“海岸,电流”
- 32行:“然而,今天”
- 43行:"亚洲人" "西班牙人"
- 44行:“美国人,“
- 45行:"天主教的" "穆斯林的" "法国的"
- 46行:"爱尔兰人" "拉比" "牧师"
- 47行:"同志" "直男"
- 48行:"有特权的" "无家可归的"
- 49行:”听到。他们“
- 51行:“今天,”
- 52行:“人类。来吧，" "我，在这儿"
- 53行:“我在这里”
- 54行:“你,后代”
- 55行:“旅行者,有“
- 56行:"你，谁" "名字，你"
- 57行:"波尼人，阿帕奇人" "塞内加人，你"
- 第58行:"国家，谁" "那么我"
- 59行:“脚,左”
- 60行:“人——绝望”
- 62行:"你" "土耳其人" "瑞典人" "德国人"
- 63行:"阿散提" "约鲁巴人" "克鲁人"
- 64行:“卖了，偷了，到了”
- 66行:根”
- 69行:"我，那个" "石头，我" "河，我"
- 70行:“你——你的“
- 71行:“你的脸,“
- 73行:“历史上,尽管”
- 74行:“死气沉沉的,“
- 75行:“勇气,需要“
- 80行:“女人，孩子，男人”
- 83行:”需要。雕刻”
- 89行:“恐惧,配合”
- 93行:“在这里,”
- 96行:"岩石" "河流" "树" "你的"
- 101行:“眼睛,”
- 102行:”,你的“
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="3" data-title="Personification">化身
拟人在诗中出现的地方:- 第四行:“但今天，岩石清晰有力地向我们呼喊，来吧，你可以站在我的背上，面对你遥远的命运，但不要在我的阴影下寻求避风港。/我不会在这下面给你任何藏身之处。”
- 21 - 22:“岩石今天喊着，你可以站在我身上，但不要掩面。”
- 24 - 25日:“一条河唱着美丽的歌，来我身边休息吧。”
- 30 - 31行:“垃圾的衣领/在我的海岸上，碎片的水流在我的胸前。”
- 行32-36:“然而，今天我召唤你到我的河边，如果你不再研究战争。来吧，穿着和平的衣服，我将唱造物主在我与树和石头合二为一时赐给我的歌。”
- 40行:“河水唱啊唱啊。”
- 42行:"歌唱的河流和智慧的岩石"
- 50行:“说到那棵树。”
- 行:51号~ 53号“今天，每棵树的第一个和最后一个/对人类说话。到我这里来，在河边。/站在我身边，就在河边。”
- 第70 - 66行:“来，站在我身边。/我是河边种下的树，/永不动摇。/我是岩石，我是河流，我是树/我是你的
- 第92 - 91行:“地平线向前倾斜，/为你提供空间，让你迈出新的变革步伐”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="4" data-title="Alliteration">头韵
头韵在诗中出现的地方:- 1号线:“摇滚”、“河”,
- 第3行:“标志”、“乳齿象”
- 第4行:“恐龙”、“干”
- 第7行:“末日”
- 第8行:“尘埃”
- 第9行:显然“哭。”
- 10行:“来”
- 11行:“遥远的命运”
- 第14行:“小低”
- 第17行:“躺”、“长”
- 19行:“溢出”
- 第20行:“屠杀”
- 第23行:“墙”、“世界”
- 24行:“唱”、“歌”
- 27行:“奇怪的”、“骄傲”
- 28行:“永远”、“围攻”
- 第29行:“斗争”、“利润”
- 30行:“项圈”
- 31行:“电流”
- 32行:“电话”
- 33行:“来”
- 34行:"穿" "唱" "歌"
- 35行:“创造者”
- 37行:“以前”，“犬儒主义”，“血腥”，“烧焦”
- 38行:“眉”、“知道”
- 39行:“一无所知”
- 41行:“响应”
- 42行:“河”、“石头”
- 46行:“牧师”
- 47行:“牧师”
- 48行:“特权”
- 54行:“通过”
- 55行:“支付”
- 59行:“强迫”、“脚”
- 60行:“获得”
- 61行:“黄金”
- 64行:“销售”、“偷”
- 69行:“摇滚”、“河”
- 70行:“段落”、“支付”
- 83行:“私人”
- 84行:“公共”
- 85行:“心”
- 86行:“保存”
- 88行:“永远”
- 89行:“恐惧”
- 92行:“空间”、“步骤”
- 96行:“摇滚”、“河”
- 97行:“大富翁”、“乞丐”
- 98行:“庞然大物”
- 103行:“简单地说”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="5" data-title="Parallelism">并行性
诗中出现的平行律:- 第3 - 4行:“乳齿象/恐龙，”
- 第10 - 12行:“你可以站在我的背上，面对你遥远的命运，但不要在我的阴影下寻求避风港。”
- 第15 - 18行:“在黑暗中蹲伏太久，在无知中躺卧太久。”
- 30 - 31行:“在我的海岸上留下了垃圾的衣领，在我的胸前留下了碎片的洋流。”
- 情况下线路满足52 - 53:需求“到我这儿来，就在河边。/站在我身边，就在河边。”
- 行56-58:“你，给了我名字的人，你/波尼人，阿帕奇人和塞内卡人，你/切罗基民族”
- 60 - 61行:“渴望收益，渴望黄金。”
- 第63 - 62行:“你，土耳其人，瑞典人，德国人，苏格兰人……/你们阿散提人，约鲁巴人，克鲁人，”
- 第84 - 82行:把它塑造成你最私密的需求。把它塑造成你最公开的自我形象。”
- 第90 - 88行:“不要永远与恐惧结婚，永远与野蛮捆绑。”
- 第98 - 97行:“对迈达斯来说，就像乞丐一样。/现在对你的影响不亚于当时的乳齿象。”
- 第102 - 101行:“进入你姐姐的眼睛，进入/你哥哥的脸”
- 102行:“，你的国家”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="6" data-title="Anaphora">搞笑
在诗中出现回指的地方:- 1号线:《一块石头，一条河，一棵树》
- 行56-58:“你们给了我名字，你们/波尼人，阿帕奇人和塞内加人，你们/切罗基人，与我同眠”
- 第63 - 62行:“你，土耳其人，瑞典人，德国人，苏格兰人……/你们阿散提人，约鲁巴人，克鲁人，”
- 第70 - 69行:“我是岩石，我是河流，我是树/我是你的”
- 97行:“不低于迈达斯”
- 98行:“对你来说一点也不差”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="7" data-title="Assonance">谐音
诗中出现谐音的地方:- 第4行:“令牌”
- 第5行:“逗留”
- 第7行:“末日”
- 第8行:“黑暗”
- 第9行:“显然,”“有力”
- 11行:“命运”
- 第23行:“在”、“墙”
- 27行:“奇怪”
- 第29行:“利润”
- 30行:“项圈”、“在”
- 33行:“战争”,“更多”
- 35行:“造物主给了”
- 43行:“犹太人”
- 44行:“苏族”
- 45行:“希腊”
- 46行:“神父”、“酋长”
- 47行:"同性恋" "异性恋" "传教士"
- 48行:“老师”
- 50行:“说话”、“树”
- 行51-52:“每棵树/都会说话”
- 54行:“通过”
- 55行:“旅行者”、“已经”
- 56行:“给”、“名称”
- 57行:波尼人，阿帕奇人，塞内卡人
- 第58行:"切罗基" "休息" "我" "然后"
- 59行:"血淋淋的脚，离开我"
- 60行:“搜索者”
- 62行:“苏格兰人”
- 63行:“买”
- 64行:“销售”、“偷”
- 77行:“打破”
- 92行:"空间" "地点" "变化"
- 99行:“天”
- 100行:“优雅”
- 102行:“面子”
- 103行:“说”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="8" data-title="Consonance">和音
诗中出现协和音的地方:- 1号线:"岩石" "河流" "树"
- 第2行:"宿主" "物种" "自从" "离开"
- 第3行:“标志”、“乳齿象”
- 第4行:“恐龙”、“干”
- 第5行:“逗留”
- 第7行:" broad "， " alarm "， " doom "
- 第8行:"失落" "阴郁" "尘土"
- 第9行:"摇滚在哭" "我们" "很清楚" "有力"
- 10行:“来”、“站”
- 11行:"背" "脸" "遥远的命运"
- 12行:“寻找”、“影子”
- 第14行:"只有" "稍微低一点"
- 15行:“天使”、“长”
- 第17行:“躺”、“长”
- 19行:“溢出”
- 第20行:“屠杀”
- 第23行:“穿越”
- 24行:“唱”、“歌”
- 25行:“其他”、“面”
- 26行:“与”
- 27行:"精致" "奇怪地骄傲"
- 28行:“不断地推进”，“围攻”
- 37行:“犬儒主义”，“烧焦”
- 43行:“犹太人”
- 44行:“苏族”
- 45行:“希腊”
- 46行:“酋长”
- 47行:“牧师”
- 48行:“老师”
- 57行:“阿帕奇”、“塞内卡”
- 第58行:“切诺基”
- 60行:“搜索者”
- 62行:“土耳其人”、“苏格兰人”
- 63行:“克鲁人”、“购买”
- 69行:"岩石" "河流" "树"
- 73行:“疼痛”
- 75行:“再一次”
- 92行:"空间" "地点" "步骤"
- 96行:"岩石" "河流" "树" "国家"
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="9" data-title="Diacope">Diacope
diacope在诗中出现的地方:- 行38-40:“皱眉，当你还知道你仍然/一无所知。/河流不停地歌唱。”
- 49行:“他们听到。他们都听到了"
- 第87 - 86行:“每个新的时刻都有新的机会/新的开始。”
- 第104 - 103行:简单地说/非常简单地说
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="10" data-title="Metaphor">比喻
隐喻出现在诗中的地方:- 19日:“你们满嘴胡言/准备屠杀。”
- 第23行:“世界之墙”
- 30 - 31行:“垃圾的衣领/在我的海岸上，碎片的水流在我的胸前。”
- 行37-38:“冷嘲热讽是你额头上的血色灼烧”
- 第65 - 64行:“来到一场噩梦/祈祷一场梦。”
- 第79 - 78行:“重生/梦想。”
- 81行:“把它放在你的手掌上。”
- 第84 - 82行:把它塑造成你最私密的需求。把它塑造成你最公开的自我形象。”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Poetic Device" data-position="11" data-title="Asyndeton">连接词省略
诗中asyndeton出现的地方:- 1号线:《一块石头，一条河，一棵树》
- 第3 - 4行:"标记了乳齿象/恐龙"
- 第9行:“很明显,有力。”
- 第15 - 18行:“在黑暗中蹲伏太久，在无知中躺卧太久。”
- 30 - 31行:“在我的海岸上留下了垃圾的衣领，在我的胸前留下了碎片的洋流。”
- 行43-48:“亚洲人、西班牙人、犹太人、非洲人和美洲原住民、苏人、天主教徒、穆斯林、法国人、希腊人、爱尔兰人、拉比、牧师、谢赫、同性恋者、异性恋者、传教士、特权阶层、无家可归者、教师。”
- 60 - 61行:“渴望收益，渴望黄金。”
- 第65 - 62行:“你，土耳其人，瑞典人，德国人，苏格兰人……/你们这些阿散提人、约鲁巴人、克鲁人，被买了/卖了/偷了，来到一个噩梦中/祈求一个梦。”
- 80行:“女人，孩子，男人，”
- 第90 - 88行:“不要永远与恐惧结婚，永远与野蛮捆绑。”
- 第96 - 95行:“石头，河流，树，你的国家”
- 第102 - 101行:“进入你姐姐的眼睛，你哥哥的脸，你的国家”
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
“早晨的脉搏”词汇
选择下面任何一个词，在这首诗的上下文中得到它的定义。这些词是按照它们在诗中出现的顺序排列的。
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="1" data-title="Mastodon">乳齿象 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="2" data-title="Dry tokens">干燥的令牌 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="3" data-title="Sojourn">逗留 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="4" data-title="Hastening doom">加速毁灭 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="5" data-title="Haven">还 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="6" data-title="Perpetually">永远 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="7" data-title="Under seige">的围攻 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="8" data-title="Debris">碎片 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="9" data-title="Clad">复合 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="10" data-title="Cynicism">犬儒主义 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="11" data-title="Yoked">配合 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="12" data-title="Brutishness">野蛮 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="13" data-title="Midas">迈达斯 - 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-position="14" data-title="Mendicant">乞丐
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-itemized data-modal-title="Vocabulary" data-position="1" data-title="Mastodon">(诗中地点:第3行:“标记了乳齿象”)
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
《清晨的脉搏》的形式、韵律与韵律
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Form">形式
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">计
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false" data-modal-title="Rhyme Scheme">押韵格式
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
"早晨的脉搏"演讲者
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
“早晨的脉搏”设定
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
新利18网址《清晨的脉搏》的文学与历史语境
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
2Hosts to species long since departed,
3Marked the mastodon,
4The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
5Of their sojourn here
6On our planet floor,
7Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
8Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
9But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
10Come, you may stand upon my
11Back and face your distant destiny,
12But seek no haven in my shadow.
13I will give you no more hiding place down here.
14You, created only a little lower than
15The angels, have crouched too long in
16The bruising darkness,
17Have lain too long
18Face down in ignorance.
19Your mouths spilling words
20Armed for slaughter.
21The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
22But do not hide your face.
23Across the wall of the world,
24A River sings a beautiful song,
25Come rest here by my side.
26Each of you a bordered country,
27Delicate and strangely made proud,
28Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
29Your armed struggles for profit
30Have left collars of waste upon
31My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
32Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
33If you will study war no more. Come,
34Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
35The Creator gave to me when I and the
36Tree and the stone were one.
37Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
38Brow and when you yet knew you still
39Knew nothing.
40The River sings and sings on.
41There is a true yearning to respond to
42The singing River and the wise Rock.
43So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
44The African and Native American, the Sioux,
45The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
46The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
47The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
48The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
49They hear. They all hear
50The speaking of the Tree.
51Today, the first and last of every Tree
52Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
53Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
54Each of you, descendant of some passed
55On traveller, has been paid for.
56You, who gave me my first name, you
57Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
58Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
59Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
60Other seekers--desperate for gain,
61Starving for gold.
62You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
63You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
64Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
65Praying for a dream.
66Here, root yourselves beside me.
67I am the Tree planted by the River,
68Which will not be moved.
69I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
70I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
71Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
72For this bright morning dawning for you.
73History, despite its wrenching pain,
74Cannot be unlived, and if faced
75With courage, need not be lived again.
76Lift up your eyes upon
77The day breaking for you.
78Give birth again
79To the dream.
80Women, children, men,
81Take it into the palms of your hands.
82Mold it into the shape of your most
83Private need. Sculpt it into
84The image of your most public self.
85Lift up your hearts
86Each new hour holds new chances
87For new beginnings.
88Do not be wedded forever
89To fear, yoked eternally
90To brutishness.
91The horizon leans forward,
92Offering you space to place new steps of change.
93Here, on the pulse of this fine day
94You may have the courage
95To look up and out upon me, the
96Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
97No less to Midas than the mendicant.
98No less to you now than the mastodon then.
99Here on the pulse of this new day
100You may have the grace to look up and out
101And into your sister's eyes, into
102Your brother's face, your country
103And say simply
104Very simply
105With hope
106Good morning.
" data-highlight-when-focused="false">
- 1A Rock, A River, A Tree
更多“关于早晨的脉搏”资源
外部资源
直接的礼物-另一首就职诗，这首诗是罗伯特·弗罗斯特写的，在约翰·f·肯尼迪的就职典礼上演唱过，安杰洛的诗与这首诗对话。
玛雅·安杰洛的传记-在诗歌基金会了解更多关于诗人的信息。
诗歌与民权-民权运动诗歌介绍。
大声朗诵诗歌-观看玛雅·安杰洛在比尔·克林顿总统就职典礼上表演的“早晨的脉搏”的视频录音。
马丁·路德·金博士的《我有一个梦想》-小马丁·路德·金著名民权演讲的录音和文字记录，安杰洛在诗中引用了这段录音。
玛雅·安杰洛的其他诗歌的图表
