唯美經典英語詩歌大全

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　　唯美經典英語詩歌：Otherhood

　　D. A. Powell

　　I spent a long time preparing to be an other.

　　Evening classes at the church in the basement

　　with my partner ***he wanted to be an other too***

　　panting on the floor. Breathe. Breathe.

　　We didn't fit in with the other others.

　　But we wanted to be others so we did

　　what the other experts told us. You'll be good

　　as others. Trust your natural othering instinct.

　　My other instinct was to flee. Somehow

　　I managed to be a good other, a model

　　other the others could point at and say

　　that's what an other should do. That's how

　　an other should be. I helped other others

　　other along the way. A kind of other support.

　　But I was never cut out to be an other.

　　That's the thing. I do not think other

　　well. Some others are just good at it.

　　Other others, like me, should just leave

　　it to others, and let the others take charge.

　　Who do I look like anyway. Your other.

　　唯美經典英語詩歌：Road Metal

　　Timothy McBride

　　-- for my grandmother, Margaret Kelly

　　"You don't need that," she'd tell us when we'd beg

　　Two cents for bubblegum or licorice.

　　A bricklayer's daughter, she'd grown up hard

　　As cement -- never reached 100 pounds,

　　Lived on potatoes and tea, cut her own hair.

　　Husband gone, youngest child killed in the street,

　　She carried a ball peen hammer up her sleeve

　　On the daily walks she made us take all over town,

　　Crossing the river and the canal, circling the miles

　　Of Eastman Kodak's smokestacks, through the invisible

　　Hops-scented cloud of the Genesee Brewery,

　　Past the burned-out storefronts of the '67 riots,

　　Never stopping at the church where the brother

　　She wouldn't speak to, a Catholic priest,

　　Celebrated morning mass. We followed her

　　Through drain pipes and alleys. We crawled under a gap

　　She found in the fence beside the KEEP OUT sign

　　And up onto the tracks of the New York Central Line,

　　Startled when she unclasped ***this once*** her change purse

　　And gave us each three pennies to lay on the polished rail.

　　When the tank cars and ore jennies had passed,

　　We sifted through the ballast rock

　　She said was called "road metal," excited as prospectors

　　For the ruined and unspendable glints of warm copper

　　Lincoln's face flattened to a smudge

　　Our first lesson in what our city's daily freight

　　Can do to words like "God" and "Trust."

　　唯美經典英語詩歌：Apples

　　Gillian Clarke

　　They fill with heat, dewfall, a night of rain.

　　In a week they have reddened, the seed gone black

　　in each star-heart. Soft thud of fruit

　　in the deepening heat of the day.

　　Out of the delicate petals of secret skin

　　and that irreversible moment when the fruit set,

　　such a hard harvest, so cold and sharp on the tongue.

　　They look up from the grass, too many to save.

　　A lapful of windfalls with worms in their hearts,

　　under my thumb the pulse of original sin,

　　flesh going brown as the skin curls over my knife.

　　I drown them in water and wine, pushing them under,

　　then breathe apples simmering in sugar and spice,

　　fermenting under the tree in sacs of juice

　　so swollen they'd burst under a wasp's foot.