最好好的优美英文诗精选
最好好的优美英文诗精选
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最好的优美英文诗精选篇1
学习啦在线学习网 This Work
学习啦在线学习网 by Martha Zweig
The cold orange hands of the salamanders still wrap
and unwrap the baby he dreams he was
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He had to be as little strange as possible.
学习啦在线学习网 They were making the world & working on him too.
He was warmer but less strange than a moss or a stone was，
that saved him.
学习啦在线学习网 The moss worked on the stone too.
The stone worked on him like a mind
he had to grow up to talk to or
dream to but without turning strange.
The cold hands run over him.
They read the body he dreams of as a baby's to the stone.
Before there was any human family the work
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最好的优美英文诗精选篇2
This Was Once a Love Poem
学习啦在线学习网 by Jane Hirshfield
学习啦在线学习网 This was once a love poem，
before its haunches thickened， its breath grew short，
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on the fender of a parked car，
while many people passed by without turning their heads.
It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes，this scarf or tie.
学习啦在线学习网 Once， it drank beer for breakfast，drifted its feet
in a river side by side with the feet of another.
Once it pretended shyness， then grew truly shy，
dropping its head so the fair would fall forward，
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学习啦在线学习网 IT spoke with passion of history， of art.
学习啦在线学习网 It was lovely then， this poem.
Under its chin， no fold of skin softened.
学习啦在线学习网 Behind the knees， no pad of yellow fat.
学习啦在线学习网 What it knew in the morning it still believed at nightfall.
An unconjured confidence lifted its eyebrows， its cheeks.
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Still it understands. It is time to consider a cat，
学习啦在线学习网 the cultivation of African violets or flowering cactus.
Yes， it decides：
Many miniature cacti， in blue and red painted pots.
When it finds itself disquieted
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it will touch them—one， then another
with a single finger outstretched like a tiny flame.
最好的优美英文诗精选篇3
Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold，
then with cracked hands that ached
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学习啦在线学习网 banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I'd wake and hear the cold splintering， breaking.
When the rooms were warm， he'd call，
and slowly I would rise and dress，
学习啦在线学习网 fearing the chronic angers of that house，
Speaking indifferently to him，
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and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know， what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
最好的优美英文诗精选篇4
The Weakness
by Toi Derricotte
That time my grandmother dragged me
through the perfume aisles at Saks，
she held me up by my arm，
学习啦在线学习网 hissing， "Stand up，"
through clenched teeth，
her eyes bright as a dog's
cornered in the light.
She said it over and over，
as if she were Jesus，and I were dead.
She had been solid as a tree，
a fur around her neck，
学习啦在线学习网 a light-skinned matron whose car was parked，
who walked on swirling marble
and passed through brass openings——in 1945.
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The saleswoman had brought velvet leggings to lace me in，
学习啦在线学习网 and cooed， as if in service of all grandmothers.
My grandmother had smiled，but not hungrily，
学习啦在线学习网 not like my mother who hated them， but wanted to please，
and they had smiled back，
as if they were wearing wooden collars.
When my legs gave out，
my grandmother ragged me up and held me like God
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I begged her to believe I couldn't help it.
学习啦在线学习网 Stumbling， her face white with sweat，
学习啦在线学习网 she pushed me through the crowd，
rushing away from those eyes that saw through er clothes，
under her skin， all the way down to the transparent genes confessing.
最好的优美英文诗精选篇5
Consolation Miracle
by Chad Davidson
In the pewless church of San Juan Chula，
学习啦在线学习网 a Neocatholic Tzozil Indian
学习啦在线学习网 wrings a chicken's neck. Through pi?oned air，
stars from tourist flashbulbs flame， reflecting
in the reddened eyes， in the mirrors
statuary cling to， inside their plate-
学习啦在线学习网 glass boxes. A mother fills a shot-
glass with fire. Others offer up moon-
学习啦在线学习网 shine swelling in goat bladders， the slender
throats of coke bottles， as if gods too thirsted
学习啦在线学习网 for the real thing. The slightest angle
of a satellite dish sends me to Florida，
where the sleepless claim the stars talk
too much. They stumble to their own
worn Virgin Mary whose eyes， they swear，
bleed. Florida： rising with its dead，
even as it sinks into the glade.
Meanwhile， a coast away， the heavenly gait
of Bigfoot in the famous Super-8，
voiced over with a cyrptozoologist
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Bigfoot trails out of California
into my living room， a miracle
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horizon， in the swell between each seismic wave
where time carries itself like Bigfoot： heavy，
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And the miracle cleaners make everything
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Miracle-starved， out of sleep or the lack of it.
I keep watching， not to see Bigfoot
but to be Bigfoot， trapse through grainy screens，
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学习啦在线学习网 nebulae bleeding. Yeti， pray
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学习啦在线学习网 our eyes， our stars. Look： how we turn
each other on tonight， one at a time.
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