找一首英语的诗 关于宇宙的
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找一首英语的诗 关于宇宙的
很容易明白,但是内容很深奥的那种英语诗.可以使讲哲学的,生活的,当然那种宇宙观的也可以.爱情不要.
很容易明白,但是内容很深奥的那种英语诗.可以使讲哲学的,生活的,当然那种宇宙观的也可以.爱情不要.
A breath in the dark.
There might have been a breath.
Who knows?
Out of chaos
comes order,
making more chaos,
for ever.
The simplest origin
leads to the joys
found and seen
in endless repetition;
each new repetition
a new flavour
of something that came before;
only somehow slightly different -
the survival of the fittest
is enancted mostly by individuals
whose eyes are closed to these nuances.
Eyes open briefly:
the inspiration to
overcome fatigue
is often thin;
but I feel that now
I can't close them to the world.
The universe
is self-organised,
and so are we;
and so is all life.
A mirror
inside a mirror
reflects endless
patterns;
life stems from life,
stems from unlife,
stems from chance -
all odds behold a lucky winner
(or winners).
And so we find ourselves
upright and thinking -
at the whims of evolution,
whose outcomes we can never know.
Oh,yes:
the future will be beautiful;
but I cannot say
what it holds.
But I'm sure it holds
endless sonatas,
and many beautiful things
of great majesty.
Let us just hope
that destruction can be avoided;
it will happen.
But great beauty will always come
from the humblest of beginnings;
chaos is both birth and destruction:
chaos is all that will ever be.
So take your chances
whilst you can still take them,
because the chances are
that you might never get to see
rose petals.
There might have been a breath.
Who knows?
Out of chaos
comes order,
making more chaos,
for ever.
The simplest origin
leads to the joys
found and seen
in endless repetition;
each new repetition
a new flavour
of something that came before;
only somehow slightly different -
the survival of the fittest
is enancted mostly by individuals
whose eyes are closed to these nuances.
Eyes open briefly:
the inspiration to
overcome fatigue
is often thin;
but I feel that now
I can't close them to the world.
The universe
is self-organised,
and so are we;
and so is all life.
A mirror
inside a mirror
reflects endless
patterns;
life stems from life,
stems from unlife,
stems from chance -
all odds behold a lucky winner
(or winners).
And so we find ourselves
upright and thinking -
at the whims of evolution,
whose outcomes we can never know.
Oh,yes:
the future will be beautiful;
but I cannot say
what it holds.
But I'm sure it holds
endless sonatas,
and many beautiful things
of great majesty.
Let us just hope
that destruction can be avoided;
it will happen.
But great beauty will always come
from the humblest of beginnings;
chaos is both birth and destruction:
chaos is all that will ever be.
So take your chances
whilst you can still take them,
because the chances are
that you might never get to see
rose petals.