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网络日志列表 【Junior(大学三年级'2023-24)】 |
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2024-05-24 International Tiara Day 
【Arrival at the Waldorf (1942)】
Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) Home from Guatemala, back at the Waldorf. This arrival in the wild country of the soul, All approaches gone, being completely there,
Where the wild poem is a substitute For the woman one loves or ought to love, &nb |
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2024-04-06 Jump Over Things Day
【The Poems of Our Climate - I (1942)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) Clear water in a brilliant bowl, Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more like a snowy air, Reflecti |
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2024-03-24 World Tuberculosis Day 【Secret Man (1934)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) The sounds of rain on the roof Are like the sound of doves. It is long since there have been doves On any house of mine.
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2024-03-10 National Landline Telephone Day 
【Le Monocle de Mon Oncle-XI (1918)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) If sex were all, then every trembling hand Could make us squeak, like dolls, the wished-for words. But note the unconscionable treachery of fate, That makes us weep, laugh, grunt and groan, and shout Doleful heroics, pinching gestures forth &nbs |
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2024-02-18 Lunar Heaven Health Day 
【Le Monocle de Mon Oncle-I (1918)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) "Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds, O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon, There is not nothing, no, no, never nothing, Like the clashed edges of two words that kill." & |
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2024-01-20 Take a Walk Outdoors Day 【The Brave Man (1936)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) The sun, that brave man, Comes through boughs that lie in wait, That brave man.
Green and gloomy eyes In dark forms of the gr |
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2023-12-31 New Year's Eve
【Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu (1936)】
Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) That would be waving and that would be crying, Crying and shouting and meaning farewell, Farewell in the eyes and farewell at the centre, Just to stand still without moving a hand.
In a world without heaven to follow, the stops Would be endings |
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2023-12-28 Holy Innocents Day 【A Fading of the Sun (1933)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) Who can think of the sun costuming clouds When all people are shaken Or of night endazzled, proud, When people awaken And cry and cry for help? |
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2023-12-08 National Brownie Day 
【Forms of the Rock in a Night-Hymn (1954)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) The rock is the gray particular of man's life, The stone from which he rises, up - and - ho, The step to the bleaker depths of his descents...
The rock is the stern particular of the air, |
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2023-11-24 Black Friday 【The World as Meditation (1952)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) J’ai passé trop de temps à travailler mon violon, à voyager. Mais l'exercice essentiel du compositeur—la méditation—rien ne l'a jamais suspendu en moi … Je vis un rêve permanent, qui ne s'arrête ni nuit ni jour. ——Georges Enesco Is it Ulysses that approaches from the east, The interminable adventurer? The trees are mended. That winter is washed away. Someone is moving
On the horizon |
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2023-11-04 National Bison Day 
【July Mountain (1955)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) We live in a constellation Of patches and of pitches, Not in a single world, In things said well in music, |
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2023-11-04 National Candy Day 
【Local Objects (1955)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) He knew that he was a spirit without a foyer And that, in his knowledge, local objects become More precious than the most precious objects of home:
The local objects of a world without a foyer, Without a remembered past, a present past, Or a present fu |
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2023-09-16 National Dance Day 
【Two Letters—A Letter From (1954)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) Even if there had been a crescent moon On every cloud-tip over the heavens, Drenching the evening with crystals' light, One would have wanted more—more—more— Some true interior to which to return, A home against one's self, a darkness, &nb |
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2023-08-11 Presidential Joke Day 【The Course of a Particular (1952)】 Wallace Stevens (1879—1955) Today the leaves cry, hanging on branches swept by wind, Yet the nothingness of winter becomes a little less. It is still full of icy shades and shapen snow.
The leaves cry…One holds off and merely hears the cry. It is a busy cry, concerning someone else. &nbs |
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