上海两日游Classic Poetry Series
Jean Toomer
- poems -
Publication Date:
2004
Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive
A Certain Man
A certain man wishes to be a prince
什么辕什么辙Of this earth; he also wants to be
A saint and master of the being-world. Conscience cannot exist in the first: The cond cannot exist without conscience. Therefore he, who has enough conscience To be disturbed but not enough to be Compelled, can neither reject the one Nor follow
Jean Toomer
A Portrait in Georgia
Hair-braided chestnut,步成语
coiled like a lyncher's rope, Eyes-fagots,
Lips-old scars, or the first red blisters, Breath-the last sweet scent of cane, And her slim body, white as the ash of black flesh after flame.
Jean Toomer
Conversion
African Guardian of Souls,
Drunk with rum,
Feasting on strange cassava, Yielding to new words and a weak palabra Of a white-faced sardonic god--Grins, cries
Amen,
Shouts hosanna.
Jean Toomer
Cotton Song
Come, brother, come. Lets lift it;
向四周看的词语come now, hewit! roll away! Shackles fall upon the Judgment Day感言
But lets not wait for it.
God's body's got a soul,
Bodies like to roll the soul,
粗壮的意思Cant blame God if we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll!
Cotton bales are the fleecy way, Weary sinner's bare feet trod, Softly, softly to the throne of God, "We aint agwine t wait until th Judgment Day! Nassur; nassur,
Hump.
Eoho, eoho, roll away!
We aint agwine to wait until th Judgment Day!" God's body's got a soul,
暮翠朝红
日本投降是哪一年哪一天Bodies like to roll the soul,
Cant blame God if we dont roll, Come, brother, roll, roll!
Jean Toomer
