Hi, everybody. I am a English learner from China and first came here. Would anybody give me a hand?
Here, my school will hold a English poem contest and I just wrote one. I think, my poem has many errors in grammar and some sentences are catachrestic even though I have revised it many times. Now, I am wondering if u can check my poem and help me proofread or embellish it?
I really appreciate ur help and hope not to bother u too much.
Thank u!
PS: I wanna make penfriends with someone who are interesting in China or want to learn Chinese.
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the following is my poem:
Top Flight(revised version)
Not fail to follow the stars of eternal faith,
The twilight glow of hope, success and freedom.
Revved up my engine, and rode into the horizon.
O, slip the surly bonds of infirmities, difficulties and frustrations,
Climb sunward, and head into starry light.
Innumerable ordeals of the most grievous kind lay ahead,
Incessant turbulence ever threatening to overwhelm;
My Quest was beset with the desperate plight of all monstrous storms
Never surpassed in the lamentable catalogue in the bivouac of life.
Kindle one candle, rather than curse the darkness.
The darker the night, the brighter the star.
Let fear, doubt and disbelief all free my mind, in peace go, my love.
The higher I fly, the closer the dream comes.
Let my unflinching soul stand in the open door of the crucible,
With an intrepid heart for any terror.
Not shrink from the gravity of suffering and loss,
The blackness of sorrow and despair.
Refusing to leave my mighty wings to be enslaved by
The winds of chance and the hurricanes of disaster.
Let me spread the constant vision farsightedly under fortitudinous footprints.
Not fearing to approach these problems indefatigably,
With the unbending, undaunted courage to solve them aright.
Enduring the burden of a strenuous struggle from bitter toil
And supreme endeavor, year in and year out,
To win the splendid ultimate triumph,
With rejoicing in hope; patience in tribulation.
The trumpet summons again;
Polaris beckons me ever onward in this century of trial;
My eyes gaze upon the dimness of the first rays of dawn.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue,
Hovering there, to chase the shouting wind aloft,
And fling my eager craft through footless halls of air.
The marvelous song echoes out forever and fills the unknowing frontier,
And I top the windswept heights with easy grace and steady buoyancy!
Special thanks to Sitaram!