优美经典的英文诗句精选

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优美经典的英文诗句精选

优美经典的英文诗句篇一

Nothing Stays Put

by Amy Clampitt

In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985

The strange and wonderful are too much with us.

The protea of the antipodes——a great,

globed, blazing honeybee of a bloom——

for sale in the supermarket! We are in

our decadence, we are not entitled.

What have we done to deserve

all the produce of the tropics——

this fiery trove, the largesse of it

heaped up like cannonballs, these pineapples, bossed

and crested, standing like troops at attention,

these tiers, these balconies of green, festoons

grown sumptuous with stoop labor?

The exotic is everywhere, it comes to us

before there is a yen or a need for it. The green-

grocers, uptown and down, are from South Korea.

Orchids, opulence by the pailful, just slightly

fatigued by the plane trip from Hawaii, are

disposed on the sidewalks; alstroemerias, freesias

fattened a bit in translation from overseas; gladioli

likewise estranged from their piercing ancestral crimson;

as well as, less altered from the original blue cornflower

of the roadsides and railway embankments of Europe, these

bachelor's buttons. But it isn't the railway embankments

their featherweight wheels of cobalt remind me of, it's

a row of them among prim colonnades of cosmos,

snapdragon, nasturtium, bloodsilk red poppies,

in my grandmother's garden: a prairie childhood,

the grassland shorn, overlaid with a grid,

unsealed, furrowed, harrowed and sown with immigrant grasses,

their massive corduroy, their wavering feltings embroidered

here and there by the scarlet shoulder patch of cannas

on a courthouse lawn, by a love knot, a cross stitch

of living matter, sown and tended by women,

nurturers everywhere of the strange and wonderful,

beneath whose hands what had been alien begins,

as it alters, to grow as though it were indigenous.

But at this remove what I think of as

strange and wonderful, strolling the side streets of Manhattan

on an April afternoon, seeing hybrid pear trees in blossom,

a tossing, vertiginous colonnade of foam, up above——

is the white petalfall, the warm snowdrift

of the indigenous wild plum of my childhood.

Nothing stays put. The world is a wheel.

All that we know, that we're

made of, is motion

优美经典的英文诗句篇二

Outside

by Michael Ryan

The dead thing mashed into the street

the crows are squabbling over isn't

her, nor are their raucous squawks

the quiet cawing from her throat

those final hours she couldn't speak.

But the racket irks him.

It seems a cruel intrusion into grief

so mute it will never be expressed

no matter how loud or long the wailing

he might do. Nor could there be a word

that won't debase it, no matter

how kind or who it comes from.

She knew how much he loved her.

That must be his consolation

when he must talk to buy necessities.

Every place will be a place without her.

What people will see when they see him

pushing a shopping cart or fetching mail

is just a neatly dressed polite old man

优美经典的英文诗句篇三

Outside Abilene

by Harley Elliott

the full rage of kansas turns loose upon us.

On the mexican radio station

they are singing Espiritu de mis suenos

and that is exactly it tonight.

The spirit of my dreams

rises in the storm like vapor.

Deep clouds bulge together and below them

we are a tiny constellation of lights

the car laid under sheets of lightning

moving straight in to the night.

Before us are miles and miles of water and wind

优美经典的英文诗句篇四

Outskirts

by Tomas Transtromer (Translated by Robert Bly)

Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch.

It's a transitional place, in stalemate, neither country nor city.

Construction cranes on the horizon want to take the big leap,

but the clocks are against it.

Concrete piping scattered around laps at the light with cold tongues.

Auto-body shops occupy old barns.

Stones throw shadows as sharp as objects on the moon surface.

And these sites keep on getting bigger

like the land bought with Judas' silver: "a potter's field for burying strangers."

优美经典的英文诗句篇五

Ox Cart Manby Donald Hall

In October of the year,

he counts potatoes dug from the brown field,

counting the seed, counting

the cellar's portion out,

and bags the rest on the cart's floor.

He packs wool sheared in April, honey

in combs, linen, leather

tanned from deerhide,

and vinegar in a barrel

hoped by hand at the forge's fire.

He walks by his ox's head, ten days

to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,

and the bag that carried potatoes,

flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose

feathers, yarn.

When the cart is empty he sells the cart.

When the cart is sold he sells the ox,

harness and yoke, and walks

home, his pockets heavy

with the year's coin for salt and taxes,

and at home by fire's light in November cold

stitches new harness

for next year's ox in the barn,

and carves the yoke, and saws planks

building the cart again

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