关于简单的英文诗朗诵
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关于简单的英文诗篇1
Report from the Skinhouse
by Jan Beatty
I went looking for the body.
The apple， tree， the river.
Gliding voice， curve of arm，pearly blue uterus.
Muscled calf， the neptune green eye，
blood with the same taste as mine.
Why do I write my report this way?
An adopted child needs to find a face.
What does a real mother's body look like?
River， chalkline， bloody cave?
I am replica of nothing.
birthmother， conjurer， boneshaker， witch，
let me smell your skin just once，
I'll give you your bloody daughter.
关于简单的英文诗篇2
Rhode Island
by William Meredith
Here at the seashore they use the clouds over & over
again， like the rented animals in A?da.
In the late morning the land breeze
turns and now the extras are driving
all the white elephants the other way.
What language are the children shouting in?
He is lying on the beach listening.
The sand knocks like glass， struck by bare heels.
He tries to remember snow noise.
Would powder snow ping like that?
But you don't lie with your ear to powder snow.
Why doesn't the girl who takes care
of the children， a Yale girl without flaw，
know the difference between lay and lie?
He tries to remember snow， his season.
The mind is in charge of things then.
Summer is for animals， the ocean is erotic，
all that openness and swaying.
No matter how often you make love
in August you're always aware of genitalia，
your own and the half-naked others'.
Even with the gracefulest bathers
you're aware of their kinship with porpoises，
mammals disporting themselves in a blue element，
smelling slightly of fish. Porpoise Hazard
watches himself awhile， like a blue movie.
In the other hemisphere now people
are standing up， at work at their easels.
There they think about love at night
when they take off their serious clothes
and go to bed sandlessly， under blankets.
Today the children， his own among them，
are apparently shouting fluently in Portuguese，
using the colonial dialect of Brazil.
It is just as well， they have all been changed
into small shrill marginal animals，
he would not want to understand them again
until after Labor Day. He just lays there.
关于简单的英文诗篇3
Parent's Pantoum
by Carolyn Kizer
for Maxine Kumin
Where did these enormous children come from，
More ladylike than we have ever been?
Some of ours look older than we feel.
How did they appear in their long dresses
More ladylike than we have ever been?
But they moan about their aging more than we do，
In their fragile heels and long black dresses.
They say they admire our youthful spontaneity.
They moan about their aging more than we do，
A somber group——why don't they brighten up?
Though they say they admire our youthful spontaneity
They beg us to be dignified like them
As they ignore our pleas to brighten up.
Someday perhaps we'll capture their attention
Then we won't try to be dignified like them
Nor they to be so gently patronizing.
Someday perhaps we'll capture their attention.
Don't they know that we're supposed to be the stars?
Instead they are so gently patronizing.
It makes us feel like children——second-childish?
Perhaps we're too accustomed to be stars.
The famous flowers glowing in the garden，
So now we pout like children. Second-childish?
Quaint fragments of forgotten history?
Our daughters stroll together in the garden，
Chatting of news we've chosen to ignore，
Pausing to toss us morsels of their history，
Not questions to which only we know answers.
Eyes closed to news we've chosen to ignore，
We'd rather excavate old memories，
Disdaining age， ignoring pain， avoiding mirrors.
Why do they never listen to our stories?
Because they hate to excavate old memories
They don't believe our stories have an end.
They don't ask questions because they dread the answers.
They don't see that we've become their mirrors，
We offspring of our enormous children.