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关于简单易读的英文诗篇1
Counting What the Cactus Contains
by Pattiann Rogers
Elf owl， cactus wren， fruit flies incubating
In the only womb they'll ever recognize.
Shadow for the sand rat， spines
And barbary ribs clenched with green wax.
Seven thousand thorns， each a water slide，
A wooden tongue licking the air dry.
Inside， early morning mist captured intact，
The taste of drizzle sucked
And sunsplit. Whistle
Of the red-tailed hawk at midnight， rush
Of the leaf-nosed bat， the soft slip
Of fog easing through sand held in tandem.
Counting， the vertigo of its attitudes
Across the evening; in the wood of its latticed bones——
The eye sockets of every saint of thirst;
In the gullet of each night-blooming flower——the crucifix
Of the arid.
In its core， a monastery of cells， a brotherhood
Of electrons， a column of expanding darkness
Where matter migrates and sparks whorl，
And travel has no direction， where distance
Bends backward over itself and the ascension
Of Venus， the stability of Polaris， are crucial.
The cactus， containing
Whatever can be said to be there，
Plus the measurable tremble of its association
With all those who have been counting.
关于简单易读的英文诗篇2
This is a Wonderful Poem
by David Wagoner
Come at it carefully， don't trust it， that isn't its right name，
It's wearing stolen rags， it's never been washed， its breath
Would look moss-green if it were really breathing，
It won't get out of the way， it stares at you
Out of eyes burnt gray as the sidewalk，
Its skin is overcast with colorless dirt，
It has no distinguishing marks， no I.D. cards，
It wants something of yours but hasn't decided
Whether to ask for it or just take it，
There are no policemen， no friendly neighbors，
No peacekeeping busybodies to yell for， only this
Thing standing between you and the place you were headed，
You have about thirty seconds to get past it， around it，
Or simply to back away and try to forget it，
It won't take no for an answer： try hitting it first
And you'll learn what's trembling in its torn pocket.
Now， what do you want to do about it?
关于简单易读的英文诗篇3
This Living Hand
by John Keats
This living hand， now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping， would， if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb，
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again，
And thou be conscience-calmed——see here it is
I hold it towards you.
关于简单易读的英文诗篇4
This Morning
by Charles Simic
Enter without knocking， hard-working ant.
I'm just sitting here mulling over
What to do this dark， overcast day?
It was a night of the radio turned down low，
Fitful sleep， vague， troubling dreams.
I woke up lovesick and confused.
I thought I heard Estella in the garden singing
And some bird answering her，
But it was the rain. Dark tree tops swaying
And whispering. "Come to me my desire，"
I said. And she came to me by and by，
Her breath smelling of mint， her tongue
Wetting my cheek， and then she vanished.
Slowly day came， a gray streak of daylight
To bathe my hands and face in.
Hours passed， and then you crawled
Under the door， and stopped before me.
You visit the same tailors the mourners do，
Mr. Ant. I like the silence between us，
The quiet——that holy state even the rain
Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall，
As if with eyes closed，
Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart.
关于简单易读的英文诗篇5
Country Fair
by Charles Simic
If you didn't see the six-legged dog，
It doesn't matter.
We did， and he mostly lay in the corner.
As for the extra legs，
One got used to them quickly
And thought of other things.
Like， what a cold， dark night
To be out at the fair.
Then the keeper threw a stick
And the dog went after it
On four legs， the other two flapping behind，
Which made one girl shriek with laughter.
She was drunk and so was the man
Who kept kissing her neck.
The dog got the stick and looked back at us.
And that was the whole show.