How should we like it were stars to burn,
Admirer as I think I am
Of the January sun; and not to think
I missed one terribly all day.
And, nothing himself, beholds
Were all stars to disappear or die,
In the sound of a few leaves,
when you're afraid.
something you got to know.
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Which is the sound of the land
And feel its total dark sublime,
描写人的英文诗歌：The More Loving One 让我们成为更有爱心的人
If equal affection cannot be,
you become white.
Full of the same wind
When I grow up，I am black.
When I'm sick，I'm black.
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
And you，call me“color”
You're green when you're sick.
I cannot, now I see them ,say
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
That is blowing in the same bare place
With a passion for us we could not return?
You're blue when you're cold.
you were pink.
When I'm afraid，I'm black.
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
You're gray when you die.
We have to dread from man or beast.
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
You are yellow
When I'm under the sun，
When you were born，
You're red under the sun.
描写人的英文诗歌：The Snow Man
When I die，I'm still black.
One must have a mind of winter
When I was born，I was black.
And have been cold a long time
I should learn to look at an empty sky,
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
To regard the frost and the boughs
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
When I'm cold，I'm black.
Though this might take me a little time.
Of stars that do not give a damn,
When you grow up，
W.H.Auden / W.H.奥登
Let the more loving one be me.
But on earth indifference is the least