有没有浪漫的外国诗歌

有没有浪漫的外国诗歌

泰戈尔的诗《世界上最远的距离》

世界上最远的距离
不是 生与死的距离
而是 我站在你面前
你不知道我爱你

世界上最远的距离
不是 我站在你面前
你不知道我爱你
而是 爱到痴迷
却不能说我爱你

世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我爱你
而是 想你痛彻心脾
却只能深埋心底

世界上最远的距离
不是 我不能说我想你
而是 彼此相爱
却不能够在一起

世界上最远的距离
不是 彼此相爱
却不能够在一起
而是明知道真爱无敌
却装作毫不在意

世界上最远的距离
不是 树与树的距离
而是 同根生长的树枝
却无法在风中相依

世界上最远的距离
不是 树枝无法相依
而是 相互了望的星星
却没有交汇的轨迹

世界上最远的距离
不是 星星之间的轨迹
而是 纵然轨迹交汇
却在转瞬间无处寻觅

世界上最远的距离
不是 瞬间便无处寻觅
而是 尚未相遇
便注定无法相聚

世界上最远的距离
是鱼与飞鸟的距离
一个在天,一个却深潜海底

其次是英文版本：
The most distant way in the world

The most distant way in the world
is not the way from birth to the end.
it is when i sit near you
that you don't understand i love u.

The most distant way in the world
is not that you're not sure i love u.
It is when my love is bewildering the soul
but i can't speak it out.

The most distant way in the world
is not that i can't say i love u.
it is after looking into my heart
i can't change my love.

The most distant way in the world
is not that i'm loving u.
it is in our love
we are keeping between the distance.

The most distant way in the world
is not the distance across us.
it is when we're breaking through the way
we deny the existance of love.

So the most distant way in the world
is not in two distant trees.
it is the same rooted branches
can't enjoy the co-existance.

So the most distant way in the world
is not in the being sepearated branches.
it is in the blinking stars
they can't burn the light.

So the most distant way in the world
is not the burning stars.
it is after the light
they can't be seen from afar.

So the most distant way in the world
is not the light that is fading away.
it is the coincidence of us
is not supposed for the love.

So the most distant way in the world
is the love between the fish and bird.
one is flying at the sky,
the other is looking upon into the sea.

（爱尔兰）叶芝 当你老了，头发白了，睡思昏沉， 炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌， 慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和， 回想它们昔日浓重的阴影； 多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰， 爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心， 只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂， 爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹； 垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁， 凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝， 在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子， 在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。 when you are old when you are old and grey and full of seelp， and nooding by the fire，take down this book， and slowly read，and dream kf the soft look， your eyes had once， and of their shadows deep； how many loved your monments of glad grace， and loved your beauty with love false or true， but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you， and loved the sorrows of your changing face； and beding down beside the glowing bars， murmur，a little sadly，how love fied， and paced upon the mountains overhead， and hid his face amid a crowd of stars。