To the Cuckoo.ppt

1、TO THE CUCKOO致布谷鳥,- William Wordsworth 威廉華茲華斯,O blithe new-comer! I have heard, 啊，快樂的新客！ I hear thee and rejoice. 聽到了，聽到你我喜不自禁。 O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird, 布谷鳥啊！你到底是只飛鳥， Or but a wandering Voice! 還是飄忽不定的聲音？ While I am lying on the grass 我躺在草地聽你歡叫， Thy twofold shout I hear; 空谷震蕩，回應(yīng)頻頻， From hill

2、 to hill it seems to pass 山山傳遍，處處彌漫， At once far off, and near. 一聲悠遠(yuǎn)，一聲貼近。,Though babbling only to the Vale, 你對(duì)著山谷呼喚陣陣， Of sunshine and of flowers, 陽光灑滿，鮮花燦爛， Thou bringest unto me a tale 我被帶到神話的世界， Of visionary hours. 我被送往虛幻的夢(mèng)境。 Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! 歡迎你啊，春之天使， Even yet thou art to

3、 me 我的歡迎發(fā)自內(nèi)心！ No bird, but an invisible thing, 盡管在我眼里你不是鳥類， A voice, a mystery; 你是謎團(tuán)、是聲音、是靈魂。,The same whom in my schoolboy days 這叫聲讓我回到學(xué)童年代， I listened to; that Cry 這叫聲令我多么著迷入神； Which made me look a thousand ways 樹叢、藍(lán)天我處處搜求， In bush, and tree, and sky. 千方百計(jì)我苦苦追尋。 To seek thee did I often rove 為了尋找我

4、四方流浪， Through woods and on the green; 踏進(jìn)草莽、穿過森林， And thou wert still a hope, a love; 你是無影的希望和愛戀， Still longed for, never seen. 仍然讓我的渴求那么稚嫩。,And I can listen to thee yet; 我總在原野上橫臥， Can lie upon the plain 聽著你的傾訴回味至今， And listen, till I do beget 直到重返金色的童年， That golden time again. 直到找回往日的純真。 O blessed B

5、ird! the earth we pace 我們共享同一片天地， Again appears to be 奇幻無比，美妙絕倫； An unsubstantial, faery place; 布谷鳥啊，祝福你， That is fit home for thee! 這天賜的福地讓你安身。,My Appreciation,In the poem, the poet focused on describing the harmonious, moving, and floating voice of the cuckoo in detail, instead of describing the c

6、olor, shape and movement of the cuckoo. He put his feelings and emotions between the lines, and created the unique, fantastic image and beautiful artistic conception. The poet compared cuckoo as “blithe new-comer”, its song brings happiness to him, and takes him back to his wonderful childhood memory. “No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery.” It seems that the cuckoo doesnt exist , but its song exists everywhere. The cuckoos song, is the calling from nature to poets deepest part of heart, it