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关于唯美英语诗歌篇一
My Mojave
学习啦在线学习网 by Donald Revell
Sha-
Dow，
As of
学习啦在线学习网 A meteor
At mid-
学习啦在线学习网 Day： it goes
From there.
A perfect circle falls
Onto white imperfections.
(Consider the black road，
学习啦在线学习网 How it seems white the entire
Length of a sunshine day.)
学习啦在线学习网 Or I could say
Shadows and mirage
Compensate the world，
学习啦在线学习网 Completing its changes
学习啦在线学习网 With no change.
In the morning after a storm，
学习啦在线学习网 We used brooms. Out front，
There was broken glass to collect.
In the backyard， the sand
学习啦在线学习网 Was covered with transparent wings.
学习啦在线学习网 The insects could not use them in the wind
学习啦在线学习网 And so abandoned them. Why
Hadn't the wings scattered? Why
Did they lie so stilly where they'd dropped?
It can only be the wind passed through them.
学习啦在线学习网 Jealous lover，
学习啦在线学习网 Your desire
Passes the same way.
And jealous earth，
学习啦在线学习网 There is a shadow you cannot keep
学习啦在线学习网 To yourself alone.
At midday，
My soul wants only to go
The black road which is the white road.
学习啦在线学习网 I'm not needed
Like wings in a storm，
And God is the storm.
关于唯美英语诗歌篇二
学习啦在线学习网 My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer
by Mark Strand
1
学习啦在线学习网 When the moon appears
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in the low-domed hills
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and that floats upon the fields，
学习啦在线学习网 my mother， with her hair in a bun，
her face in shadow， and the smoke
from her cigarette coiling close
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stands near the house
and watches the seepage of late light
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学习啦在线学习网 the last gray islands of cloud
taken from view， and the wind
学习啦在线学习网 ruffling the moon's ash-colored coat
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2
Soon the house， with its shades drawn closed， will send
small carpets of lampglow
学习啦在线学习网 into the haze and the bay
学习啦在线学习网 will begin its loud heaving
and the pines， frayed finials
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the dim cinders of heaven.
学习啦在线学习网 And my mother will stare into the starlanes，
the endless tunnels of nothing，
and as she gazes，
under the hour's spell，
学习啦在线学习网 she will think how we yield each night
学习啦在线学习网 to the soundless storms of decay
that tear at the folding flesh，
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学习啦在线学习网 if not the conditions of love that brought her to this.
3
学习啦在线学习网 My mother will go indoors
学习啦在线学习网 and the fields， the bare stones
will drift in peace， small creatures ——
the mouse and the swift —— will sleep
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Only the cricket will be up，
repeating its one shrill note
学习啦在线学习网 to the rotten boards of the porch，
to the rusted screens， to the air， to the rimless dark，
to the sea that keeps to itself.
学习啦在线学习网 Why should my mother awake?
The earth is not yet a garden
学习啦在线学习网 about to be turned. The stars
学习啦在线学习网 are not yet bells that ring
at night for the lost.
It is much too late.
关于唯美英语诗歌篇三
La Coursierde Jeanne
by Linda McCarriston
学习啦在线学习网 You know that they burned her horse
学习啦在线学习网 before her. Though it is not recorded，
you know that they burned her Percheron
学习啦在线学习网 first， before her eyes， because you
学习啦在线学习网 know that story， so old that story，
学习啦在线学习网 the routine story， carried to its
学习啦在线学习网 extreme， of the cruelty that can make
of what a woman hears a silence，
that can make of what a woman sees
a lie. She had no son for them to burn，
for them to take from her in the world
学习啦在线学习网 not of her making and put to its pyre，
so they layered a greater one in front of
where she was staked to her own——
as you have seen her pictured sometimes，
her eyes raised to the sky. But they were
not raised. This is yet one of their lies.
They were not closed. Though her hands
学习啦在线学习网 were bound behind her， and her feet were
学习啦在线学习网 bound deep in what would become fire，
she watched. Of greenwood stakes
head-high and thicker than a man's waist
they laced the narrow corral that would not
burn until flesh had burned， until
学习啦在线学习网 bone was burning， and laid it thick
with tinder——fatted wicks and sulphur，
kindling and logs——and ran a ramp
学习啦在线学习网 up to its height from where the gray horse
waited， his dapples making of his flesh
a living metal， layers of life
through which the light shone out
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of certain fish， a light she knew
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Not flinching， not praying， she looked
the last time on the body she knew
better than the flesh of any man， or child，
or woman， having long since left the lap
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perfect plates of muscle， the neck
with its perfect， prow-like curve，
the hindquarters'——pistons——powerful cleft
pennoned with the silk of his tail.
Having ridden as they did together
学习啦在线学习网 ——those places， that hard， that long——
their eyes found easiest that day
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by man. With fire they drove him
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This was the last chance they gave her
to recant her world， in which their power
came not from God. Unmoved， the Men
of God began watching him burn， and better，
学习啦在线学习网 watching her watch him burn， hearing
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学习啦在线学习网 his crashing in the wood， the groan
of stakes that held， the silverblack hide，
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and she knew， by this agony， that she
might choose to live still， if she would
学习啦在线学习网 but make her sign on the parchment
they would lay before her， which now
would include this new truth： that it
学习啦在线学习网 did not happen， this death in the circle，
the rearing， plunging， raging， the splendid
学习啦在线学习网 armour-colored head raised one last time
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学习啦在线学习网 ——like any game untended on the spit——into
their yellow-green， their blackening red.
关于唯美英语诗歌篇四
My Mother Would Bea Falconress
My mother would be a falconress，
And I， her gay falcon treading her wrist，
学习啦在线学习网 would fly to bring back
from the blue of the sky to her， bleeding， a prize，
where I dream in my little hood with many bells
学习啦在线学习网 jangling when I'd turn my head.
My mother would be a falconress，
and she sends me as far as her will goes.
She lets me ride to the end of her curb
学习啦在线学习网 where I fall back in anguish.
I dread that she will cast me away，
for I fall， I mis-take， I fail in her mission.
学习啦在线学习网 She would bring down the little birds.
学习啦在线学习网 And I would bring down the little birds.
学习啦在线学习网 When will she let me bring down the little birds，
pierced from their flight with their necks broken，
their heads like flowers limp from the stem?
I tread my mother's wrist and would draw blood.
Behind the little hood my eyes are hooded.
学习啦在线学习网 I have gone back into my hooded silence，
学习啦在线学习网 talking to myself and dropping off to sleep.
For she has muffled my dreams in the hood she has made me，
sewn round with bells， jangling when I move.
She rides with her little falcon upon her wrist.
She uses a barb that brings me to cower.
学习啦在线学习网 She sends me abroad to try my wings
and I come back to her. I would bring down
学习啦在线学习网 the little birds to her
I may not tear into， I must bring back perfectly.
学习啦在线学习网 I tear at her wrist with my beak to draw blood，
and her eye holds me， anguisht， terrifying.
学习啦在线学习网 She draws a limit to my flight.
学习啦在线学习网 Never beyond my sight， she says.
She trains me to fetch and to limit myself in fetching.
学习啦在线学习网 She rewards me with meat for my dinner.
学习啦在线学习网 But I must never eat what she sends me to bring her.
Yet it would have been beautiful， if she would have carried me，
always， in a little hood with the bells ringing，
at her wrist， and her riding
学习啦在线学习网 to the great falcon hunt， and me
flying up to the curb of my heart from her heart
学习啦在线学习网 to bring down the skylark from the blue to her feet，
学习啦在线学习网 straining， and then released for the flight.
My mother would be a falconress，
学习啦在线学习网 and I her gerfalcon raised at her will，
from her wrist sent flying， as if I were her own
pride， as if her pride
学习啦在线学习网 knew no limits， as if her mind
学习啦在线学习网 sought in me flight beyond the horizon.
Ah， but high， high in the air I flew.
And far， far beyond the curb of her will，
were the blue hills where the falcons nest.
学习啦在线学习网 And then I saw west to the dying sun——
it seemd my human soul went down in flames.
I tore at her wrist， at the hold she had for me，
until the blood ran hot and I heard her cry out，
学习啦在线学习网 far， far beyond the curb of her will
学习啦在线学习网 to horizons of stars beyond the ringing hills of the world where
the falcons nest
I saw， and I tore at her wrist with my savage beak.
I flew， as if sight flew from the anguish in her eye beyond her sight，
sent from my striking loose， from the cruel strike at her wrist，
striking out from the blood to be free of her.
My mother would be a falconress，
学习啦在线学习网 and even now， years after this，
when the wounds I left her had surely heald，
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I would be a falcon and go free.
I tread her wrist and wear the hood，
学习啦在线学习网 talking to myself， and would draw blood.
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