唯美英语诗歌精选大全

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唯美英语诗歌：Zoo

Mark Irwin

In her old age, Mother enjoys going to the zoo

as the trees let loose their yellow leaves

and stand like furniture among the grazing animals

who stare from a long distance. Often I think

this could be a story she's telling me as we walk

through doorways catching fire, or sit on a stone bench

growing larger and more cold, watching the little clouds

our words make, and in the distance -- buffalo, built

of the earth, with their horns made of rock, their coats

of dried grass. Only drama without movement

is beautiful, said Simone Weil, speaking of Lear, and soon

everything's ablaze and we're running toward youth,

and the skyline of a city, its fossil, while animals, shrieking,

stampede past us, and mother calls out their names,

zebra, buffalo, gazelle, ever so clearly, then enters

into shadow with them, that diorama we call memory.

唯美英语诗歌：Bedouin of the London Evening

Rosemary Tonks

Ten years in your cafés and your bedrooms

Great city, filled with wind and dust!

Bedouin of the London evening,

On the way to a restaurant my youth was lost.

And like a medium who falls into a trance

So deep, she can be scratched to death

By her Familiar -- at its leisure!

I have lain rotting in a dressing-gown

While being savaged (horribly) by wasted youth.

I have been young too long, and in a dressing-gown

My private modern life has gone to waste.

唯美英语诗歌：Lights

Mark Irwin

swimming the earth at dusk and prickling the distance

of the near town. In the jigsaw puzzle of the falls I could

feel a fine mist. Driving I think of it now -- snapping those

last pieces in -- and how history makes things small. The Apollo

mission and moonwalk reduced to a few stock phrases. Finally

everything just seems made of words, but some call out to you.

Bees prowling the lobelia's sapphire falls, or that boy's arc of golden

piss. I once watched his unborn head crown and saw the prunish

face scream, reddening with seconds of air. The slick hair

smelled of roses still arriving, then his parents looked deeply

into each other's mouth for nights, days, years closing around

the swing set, bicycles and cars, the pots and pans in the kitchen,

the chipped china, glasses, the hanging spoons, and the way

the jam jars continue to gather that house's mansioning glow.