第一篇：The Road Not Taken（未选择的路）
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
第二篇：Desiderata（愿望）
Go placidly amidst the noise and haste,
And remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
Be who you are and what you are.
Many quarrels have their origin in small things
But continue through hubris to enormous enmity.
Do not be encumbered by hatred.
If you understand, everything is easy.
Thirdly, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
No less than the trees and the stars;
You have a right to be here.
第三篇：A Poem for Myself（写给自己的诗）
I am the seed that grew into the tree
That cast its shadow over me.
I am the wind that bent the boughs
And whispered secrets I never knew.
I am the fire that burned the leaves
And left the memory of their grace.
I am the rain that quenched the flame
And brought new life to every place.
第四篇：The Guest House（客舍）
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
第五篇：The Summer Day（夏日）
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
The one who leaps along the grass,
Appearing and disappearing so quickly
We almost miss it.
And what is it like, that first moment?
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud,
And the sky of the sky of a tree calledoka
Which grows along the wall of the world.
Each day we live as if it were our last.
Life is brief, fleeting.
珍惜每一个瞬间吧。
