值得欣賞的英語詩歌：心懷信念並追求完美
Faith begins by believing in your heart that what is right has a chance.
信念始於內心對機緣深信不疑。
Faith is knowing in your heart that good can overe evil, that the sun can shine in a rainstrom.
信念是心底深信善良能戰勝邪惡，太陽會在暴風雨中升起。
Faith is peaceful and forting, because it es from within where no one can invade your private dreams.
信念平靜而給人慰藉，它源於心靈深處，在那裏，無人能窺探只屬於妳的秘密。
Faith is not something you can demand or mand; it is a result of mitment to belief.
信念不可強求或控制，它是對信仰忠貞不渝的自然流露。
Faith is believing in something you can't see or hear, something deep inside that only you understand and only you control.
信念是只有妳能理解和駕馭的內心所想，它無法捉摸，但妳要篤信不疑。
Faith is trusting in yourself enough to know that no matter how things turn out, you will make the best of them.
信念就是堅信自己無論如何總能將糟糕的局面扭轉，展現事態的最好壹面。
值得欣賞的英語詩歌：The Thought Fox
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Besides the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to e
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
ing about its own business
Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
值得欣賞的英語詩歌：Love Songs in Age
She kept her songs, they took so little space,
The covers pleased her:
One bleached from lying in a sunny place,
One marked in circles by a vase of water,
One mended, when a tidy fit had seized her,
And coloured, by her daughter
So they had waited, till in widowhood
She found them, looking for something else, and stood
Relearning how each frank submissive chord
Had ushered in
Word after sprawling hyphenated word,
And the unfailing sense of being young
Spread out like a spring-woken tree, wherein
That hidden freshness, sung,
That certainty of time laid up in store
As when she played them first. But, even more,
The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love,
Broke out, to show
Its bright incipience sailing above,
Still promising to solve, and satisfy,
And set unchangeably in order. So
To pile them back, to cry,
Was hard, without lamely admitting how
It had not done so then, and could not now.