William cullen bryant (1794- 1878)

Dedicated to those who love nature.

She communicates with her visible form, and she speaks.

A variety of languages; For his happy time.

She has a cheerful voice and a smile.

And beautiful eloquence, she glides 5.

Into his dark meditation, gentle

And healing sympathy, stole it.

Their sharpness, before he realized it. When thinking

The last painful hour was like a plague.

Images of your spirit and sadness 10

Severe pain, shroud, and coffin cover,

The suffocating darkness, the narrow house,

Make you tremble and make your heart sick; —

Walk under the open sky and make a list

Teaching from nature, but from all directions-15

The depth of the earth and her water and air—

A calm voice-there are still a few days, and you?

The omniscient sun can no longer be seen.

In all his courses; Not on cold land,

Your pale body is lying there, many tears, 20.

Nor will it exist in the arms of the ocean.

Your image. The earth that nourishes you will declare

Your growth, determination to return to the earth again,

And, lost everyone's trace and surrendered.

Your individual, you will go to 25

Always be integrated with nature;

To be brothers to insensitive rocks,

And slow clods, rude sailors

Turn around with his share and step on it. oak

I will put his roots outward and pierce your mold. 30

But not your eternal resting place.

You should retire alone, and you don't want to.

The sofa is more gorgeous. You should lie down.

Chiefs of the baby world, kings,

Strong on the earth, wise, good, 35

Fair forms, and ancient prophets,

All in a huge grave. chain of mountains

Rock ribs are as old as the sun; mountain valley

Stretch in the quiet of meditation;

Ancient Woods-Rivers Flowing at 40 Degrees

Majestic, complaining Brooks

Let the grass turn green; Fall around,

The gray and melancholy waste of the old ocean,

But the solemn decoration

The great tomb of mankind! Golden sun, 45

Planets, all infinite heavens,

Shining on the desolation of death,

After a long time. All treads

To the tribe, the earth is just a handful.

Sleeping in its arms. -Take wing 50.

Early in the morning, piercing the wilderness of balkan,

Or get lost in the endless Woods

Oregon rolls, no sound can be heard,

In addition to his own dash,-but the dead there:

Since the first 55 years, millions of people have lived in loneliness.

The years begin to fly, put them down.

In their last sleep-the dead ruled there alone.

So you should rest; What if you quit?

Silence from life, no friends

Notice your departure? All breaths 60

Will share your destiny. Gay people laugh.

When you are gone, solemn care

Keep going, and everyone will keep chasing.

His favorite phantom; However, all this will leave.

Their joy and work will be 65

Make the bed with you. With the long train

Time goes by, son of man,

Youth is in the green spring of life, and he went.

In their heyday, housewives and maids,

Silent babies and gray-haired men-70

Will gather around you one by one.

By those who followed them in turn.

Live, when your call comes

Countless caravans moving.

Go to that mysterious place and get 75 pounds each.

His room in the silent hall of death,

Don't be like a slave at night,

Whip his dungeon, however, continuously and soothingly.

With firm trust, approach your grave

Like a man wrapped in the curtains of his sofa 80

About him, lying in a happy dream.

Donnie darko's "death meditation" death meditation William Cullen Bryant

For him, she can speak all kinds of languages,

He loves nature and her various visible forms.

Communication; For his happy time.

She expressed her happiness and smiled.

Praise her, and she sneaked in.

His secret meditation, with tenderness

Before he understands, sympathy can cure everything.

Steal his pain. at the thought of

The last moment of sadness has come, like an epidemic disease.

Erosion of your spirit, harsh and cold pain,

Shrouds, clothes, suffocating darkness,

Narrow coffins, these sad scenes

Makes you tremble and nauseous,-

Go out and listen outside.

The teachings of nature are with you at this moment-

Land and water, the depth of air-

There was a calm voice-but it only lasted for a few days.

Looking at all the sun, in its light,

I will never see you again, even in the cold land.

Your pale figure is there, dripping with tears;

In the embrace of the ocean, your image

It no longer exists. The land has nurtured you, and you have the right to own it.

Your growth brought you back to the land,

Moreover, completely lost all traces of this world.

Give up your personal life, and you will always

Mixed with the forces of nature.

Insensitive rock brothers, become

The lazy girl's sister. Rude countryman

Turn these clods over with a plow and rake and step on them.

The roots of the oak stick out and pierce your loose soil.

But it didn't sting your permanent resting place,

You will go to bed alone, you can't hope.

Your bed is more gorgeous. You will lie down.

And the patriarch of human childhood-and the king,

Influential on earth-smart, kind,

Beautiful women and white-haired prophets from several generations ago,

All in a huge grave. Those mountains

Rocks are bones, as old as the sun-those valleys.

Stretching among the mountains in gloomy silence;

A lush jungle, a rolling river

Solemn and solemn, a stream of grief and indignation

Let the grass turn green and irrigate the surrounding area.

The gray and melancholy wasteland of the ancient ocean-

It's just a huge grave for all mankind.

Solemn decoration. The golden sun,

Planets, infinite masters of all the skies,

Through the peaceful transmission of generations, in the sad

Shining on the dead house. Yeah, sleeping.

For the tribes in the arms of the world, everything is under foot.

There are only a few on the earth. -

On the wings of the morning, across the Bakken wasteland,

Or disappear into the jungle.

The rolling Oregon River, no sound,

Except for its own roar-but the dead.

Right there, millions of people are lonely because

Time flies, and I have been lying in it.

In the last sleep-the dead came here alone.

So if you lie down, in silence.

You left life, and no friends noticed.

What will happen if you leave? Everyone who can do it.

Breathing life will be related to your destiny.

When you leave, the audience will laugh,

Serious people are worried. Slowly and heavily

Forward, everyone will follow as always.

The phantom of his love; However, all this will leave,

Their laughter and their wealth will be with you.

Make the bed together, as the long years go by,

Descendants of mankind, young people in their prime,

When he was young, he was a housewife or maid.

A dumb doll, an old man with white hair.

Will gather around you one by one,

Similarly, whoever turns, has to follow.

So live, when you are called, come.

Join the ranks of the rolling crowd, towards

The mysterious field moves, everyone.

There will be a dormitory in the silent death hall.

You're gone, unlike a slave in a quarry at night,

Being thrown into a dungeon, but because of firm belief

Support and comfort, go to your grave,

Like that man, wrapped in sheets,

Lying down is like falling into a happy dream.

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