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”一花一世界，一叶一追寻。一曲一场叹，一生为一人“的意思为：一个花也可以拥有它自己的世界,一片叶子也有它自己的追求；一首曲子有它凄凉的时候,一生只为一个人活着。表达了作者非常的想念另外一半,而又很难实现的一种伤感,凄美的感情。
全诗为：
一沙一世界， 一花一天堂。 双手握无限， 刹那是永恒。 一沙一世界， 一花一天堂， 一树一菩提， 一叶一如来。
出自英国诗人布莱克《天真的预言》。
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《天真的预言》英文原文：
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove house filld with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro all its regions.
A dog starvd at his masters gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game cock clipt and armd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolfs and lions howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer, wandring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misusd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butchers knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that wont believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbelievers fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belovd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has movd
Shall never be by woman lovd.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spiders enmity.
He who torments the chafers sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mothers grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggars dog and widows cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summers song
Poison gets from slanders tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envys foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artists jealousy.
The princes robes and beggars rags
Are toadstools on the misers bags.
A truth thats told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And returnd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heavens shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggars rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, armd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summers sun.
The poor mans farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Africs shore.
One mite wrung from the labrers hands
Shall buy and sell the misers lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infants faith
Shall be mockd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall neer get out.
He who respects the infants faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The childs toys and the old mans reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesars laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armours iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the crickets cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmets inch and eagles mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will neer believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
Theyd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nations fate.
The harlots cry from street to street
Shall weave old Englands winding sheet.
The winners shout, the losers curse,
Dance before dead Englands hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
威廉·布莱克（William Blake），英国第一位重要的浪漫主义诗人、版画家，英国文学史上最重要的伟大诗人之一，虔诚的基督教徒。主要诗作有诗集《纯真之歌》、《经验之歌》等。早期作品简洁明快，中后期作品趋向玄妙深沉，充满神秘色彩。
他一生中与妻子相依为命，以绘画和雕版的劳酬过着简单平静的创作生活。后来诗人叶芝等人重编了他的诗集，人们才惊讶于他的虔诚与深刻。接着是他的书信和笔记的陆续发表，他的神启式的伟大画作也逐渐被世人所认知，于是诗人与画家布莱克在艺术界的崇高地位从此确立无疑。
布莱克一生都保持着宗教、政治和艺术上的激进倾向。他浓厚的宗教意识、艺术家的天分和丰富的人生阅历，给他的诗歌提供了取之不尽的创作源泉，并使它的诗歌具有明显的宗教性、预言性、哲理性和艺术性等几大特点。他对英国诗歌，特别是浪漫主义诗歌所作出的贡献是有目共睹的。其前期诗作主要包括《诗歌素描》、《纯真之歌》及《经验之歌》等。
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