艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌：The Cross-Roads

　　艾米·洛威尔，美国诗人，她的第一部诗集是《多彩玻璃顶》。1913年她在实验性的意象派运动中脱颖而出，并继埃兹拉·庞德之后而成为该运动的领袖人物。她运用“自由韵律散文”和自由诗的形式进行创作，被称为“无韵之韵”。下面学习啦小编为大家带来艾米·洛威尔经典诗歌：The Cross-Roads，欢迎大家阅读!

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　　branches apart,

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　　again

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　　in his heart, and an ash stick nailing him to the cold, black ground.

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　　the young

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　　the chaise

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　　a moan.

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　　jewelled

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　　leaves.

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　　insects

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　　at the cross-roads,

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　　points

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　　the wide,

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　　o'clock from

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　　curves away

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学习啦在线学习网 　　grey mist.

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　　still

　　in line. The breeze goes down, and the round stars shine,

　　for the stake

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　　has powdered itself away;

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　　Yellow stillness is on the cross-roads, yellow

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学习啦在线学习网 　　yellow ways,

　　saffron and gamboge ribbons to the gaze. A little swirl

　　of dust

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　　do more;

　　it ceases, and the dust settles down. A little whirl

　　of wind

　　comes up Tilbury road. It brings a sound of wheels and

　　feet.

　　The wind reels a moment and faints to nothing under the sign-post.

　　Wind again, wheels and feet louder. Wind again -- again

　　-- again.

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　　is a quiver

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　　Like meshes of linked steel the rain shuts down

　　behind the procession,

　　now well along the Wayfleet road.

　　He wavers like smoke in the buffeting wind. His

　　fingers blow out like smoke,

　　his head ripples in the gale. Under the sign-post, in

　　the pouring rain,

　　he stands, and watches another quavering figure drifting down

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