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　　有關大學英文詩歌篇1

　　The Subalterns

　　by Thomas Hardy

　　I

　　"Poor wanderer，" said the leaden sky，

　　"I fain would lighten thee，

　　But there are laws in force on high

　　Which say it must not be."

　　II

　　"I would not freeze thee， shorn one，" cried

　　The North， "knew I but how

　　To warm my breath， to slack my stride;

　　But I am ruled as thou."

　　III

　　"To-morrow I attack thee， wight，"

　　Said Sickness. "Yet I swear

　　I bear thy little ark no spite，

　　But am bid enter there."

　　IV

　　"Come hither， Son，" I heard Death say;

　　"I did not will a grave

　　Should end thy pilgrimage to-day，

　　But I， too， am a slave!"

　　V

　　We smiled upon each other then，

　　And life to me had less

　　Of that fell look it wore ere when

　　They owned their passiveness.

　　有關大學英文詩歌篇2

　　the suicide kid

　　by Charles Bukowski

　　I went to the worst of bars hoping to get killed.

　　but all I could do was to get drunk again.

　　worse， the bar patrons even ended up liking me.

　　there I was trying to get pushed over the dark edge

　　and I ended up with free drinks

　　while somewhere else some poor son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital bed，

　　tubes sticking out all over him

　　as he fought like hell to live.

　　nobody would help me die as the drinks kept coming，

　　as the next day waited for me with its steel clamps，

　　its stinking anonymity，

　　its incogitant attitude.

　　death doesn't always come running when you call it，

　　not even if you call it from a shining castle

　　or from an ocean liner

　　or from the best bar

　　on earth ***or the worst***。

　　such impertinence only makes the gods hesitate and delay.

　　ask me： I'm 72.

　　有關大學英文詩歌篇3

　　The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter

　　by Ezra Pound

　　While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead

　　I played about the front gate， pulling flowers.

　　You came by on bamboo stilts， playing horse，

　　You walked about my seat， playing with blue plums.

　　And we went on living in the village of Chokan：

　　Two small people， without dislike or suspicion.

　　At fourteen I married My Lord you.

　　I never laughed， being bashful.

　　Lowering my head， I looked at the wall.

　　Called to， a thousand times， I never looked back.

　　At fifteen I stopped scowling，

　　I desired my dust to be mingled with yours

　　Forever and forever and forever.

　　Why should I climb the look out?

　　At sixteen you departed，

　　You went into far Ku-to-yen， by the river of swirling eddies，

　　And you have been gone five months.

　　The monkeys make sorrowful noise overhead.

　　You dragged your feet when you went out.

　　By the gate now， the moss is grown， the different mosses，

　　Too deep to clear them away!

　　The leaves fall early this autumn， in wind.

　　The paired butterflies are already yellow with August

　　Over the grass in the West garden;

　　They hurt me. I grow older.

　　If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang，

　　Please let me know beforehand，

　　And I will come out to meet you

　　As far as Cho-fu-Sa.

　　有關大學英文詩歌篇4

　　The Return

　　by Frances Richey

　　What do you say when you've forgotten

　　how the grass smells，

　　married to the dark

　　soil crumbling in your hands?

　　When the sun makes a bed for you to lie in?

　　When a voice you've never heard

　　has missed you，

　　singing down your bones——

　　it's taken so long to get here.

　　Now I'm breathing in the mountains

　　as if I'd never left.

　　And when I go inside

　　I'm surprised to see a lime green worm

　　has landed on my shorts，

　　inching his way across a strange white country.

　　He stops and rises，

　　leaning out of himself——

　　a tiny periscope

　　peering from the glow of the underdream

　　where there are no symbols for death.

　　He looks around.

　　I place my index finger

　　at the tip of what I guess to be his head，

　　though I don't see an eye or an ear，

　　or the infinitesimal feet

　　as he crawls across my palm——

　　a warmer planet.

　　Lately I've wondered

　　what hand guides my way when I am lost.

　　I can't feel him

　　though I see him rise again，

　　survey the future， flat

　　and broken into five dead ends.

　　I curl my fingers to make a cup

　　and carry him like a blessing to the garden——

　　What will happen next is a mystery——

　　to be so light in the world， to leave no tracks.

　　有關大學英文詩歌篇5

　　The Routine Things Around the House

　　by Stephen Dunn

　　When Mother died

　　I thought： now I'll have a death poem.

　　That was unforgivable

　　yet I've since forgiven myself

　　as sons are able to do

　　who've been loved by their mothers.

　　I stared into the coffin

　　knowing how long she'd live，

　　how many lifetimes there are

　　in the sweet revisions of memory.

　　It's hard to know exactly

　　how we ease ourselves back from sadness，

　　but I remembered when I was twelve，

　　1951， before the world

　　unbuttoned its blouse.

　　I had asked my mother ***I was trembling***

　　if I could see her breasts

　　and she took me into her room

　　without embarrassment or coyness

　　and I stared at them，

　　afraid to ask for more.

　　Now， years later， someone tells me

　　Cancers who've never had mother love

　　are doomed and I， a Cancer，

　　feel blessed again. What luck

　　to have had a mother

　　who showed me her breasts

　　when girls my age were developing

　　their separated countries，

　　what luck

　　she didn't doom me

　　with too much or too little.

　　Had I asked to touch，

　　perhaps to suck them，

　　what would she have done?

　　Mother， dead woman

　　who I think permits me

　　to love women easily，

　　this poem

　　is dedicated to where

　　we stopped， to the incompleteness

　　that was sufficient

　　and to how you buttoned up，

　　began doing the routine things

　　around the house.