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关于唯美英语诗歌篇一
My Mojave
by Donald Revell
Sha-
怎样才能离婚Dow，
As of
A meteor
At mid-
Day： it goes
From there.
A perfect circle falls
Onto white imperfections.
(Consider the black road，
How it ems white the entire
Length of a sunshine day.)
Or I could say
Shadows and mirage
Compensate the world，
Completing its changes
With no change.
In the morning after a storm，
We ud brooms. Out front，
There was broken glass to collect.
In the backyard， the sand
Was covered with transparent wings.
The incts could not u them in the wind
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 pasd through them.
Jealous lover，
Your desire
Pass the same way.
And jealous earth，
翻译英语句子
There is a shadow you cannot keep
To yourlf alone.
At midday，
My soul wants only to go
The black road which is the white road.
I'm not needed
Like wings in a storm，
And God is the storm.
关于唯美英语诗歌篇二
My Mother on an Evening in Late Summer
by Mark Strand
1
When the moon appears
and a few wind-stricken barns stand out
in the low-domed hills
and shine with a light
that is veiled and dust-filled
and that floats upon the fields，
my mother， with her hair in a bun，
her face in shadow， and the smoke
from her cigarette coiling clo
to the faint yellow sheen of her dress，
stands near the hou
and watches the epage of late light
down through the dges，
the last gray islands of cloud
taken from view， and the wind
ruffling the moon's ash-colored coat
on the black bay.
2
Soon the hou， with its shades drawn clod， will nd
small carpets of lampglow
into the haze and the bay
will begin its loud heaving
and the pines， frayed finials
climbing the hill， will em to graze
the dim cinders of heaven.
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And my mother will stare into the starlanes，
the endless tunnels of nothing，
and as she gazes，
under the hour's spell，
日月星辰
she will think how we yield each night
to the soundless storms of decay
that tear at the folding flesh，
and she will not know
why she is here
or what she is prisoner of
if not the conditions of love that brought her to this.
3
My mother will go indoors
and the fields， the bare stones
will drift in peace， small creatures ——
the mou and the swift —— will sleep
at opposite ends of the hou.
Only the cricket will be up，
repeating its one shrill note
to the rotten boards of the porch，
to the rusted screens， to the air， to the rimless dark，
to the a that keeps to itlf.
Why should my mother awake?
The earth is not yet a garden
about to be turned. The stars
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
You know that they burned her hor
消防评估before her. Though it is not recorded，
you know that they burned her Percheron
first， before her eyes， becau you
know that story， so old that story，
the routine story， carried to its
extreme， of the cruelty that can make
of what a woman hears a silence，
that can make of what a woman es
a lie. She had no son for them to burn，
京剧脸谱颜色for them to take from her in the world
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 en her pictured sometimes，
her eyes raid to the sky. But they were
not raid. This is yet one of their lies.
They were not clod. Though her hands
were bound behind her， and her feet were
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
bone was burning， and laid it thick
with tinder——fatted wicks and sulphur，
kindling and logs——and ran a ramp
up to its height from where the gray hor
waited， his dapples making of his flesh
a living metal， layers of life
through which the light shone out
in places as it ems to through the flesh
of certain fish， a light she knew
as purest， coming， like that， from within.
Not flinching， not praying， she looked
the last time on the body she knew
留学机构中介
better than the flesh of any man， or child，
or woman， having long since left the lap
of her mother——the chest with its
