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英文诗词Skills

Skills

--by Jonathan Aaron

Blondin made a fortune walking back and forth

over Niagara Falls on a tightrope—blindfolded，

or inside a sack， or pushing a wheelbarrow， or perched on stilts，

or lugging a man on his back. Once， halfway across，

he sat down to cook and eat an omelette.

Houdini， dumped into Lake Michigan chained

and locked in a weighted trunk， swam back to the boat

a few moments later. He could swallow more than a hundred needles

and some thread， then pull from between his lips

the needles dangling at even intervals.

I can close my eyes and see your house

explode in a brilliant flash， silently，

with a complete absence of vibration. And when I open them again，

my heart in my mouth， everything is standing

just as before， but not as if nothing had happened.

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Traveling through the Dark

by William Stafford

Traveling through the dark I found a deer

dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

It is usually best to roll them into the canyon：

that road is narrow； to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

and stood by the heap， a doe， a recent killing；

she had stiffened already， almost cold.

I dragged her off； she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason

her side was warm； her fawn lay there waiting，

alive， still， never to be born.

Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights；

under the hood purred the steady engine.

I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red；

around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all——my only swerving，

then pushed her over the edge into the river.

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英文诗词

The Nightjar

We loved our nightjar， but she would not stay with us.

We had found her lying as dead， but soft and warm，

Under the apple tree beside the old thatched wall.

Two days we kept her in a basket by the fire，

Fed her and thought she well might live ？ till suddenly

I the very moment of most confiding hope

She arised herself all tense， qivered and drooped and died.

Tears sprang into my eyes- why not？ The heart of man

Soon sets itself to love a living companion，

The more so if by chance it asks some care of him.

And this one had the kind of loveliness that goes

Far deeper than the optic nerve- full fathom five

To the soul抯ocean cave， where Wonder and Reason

Tell their alternate dreams of how the world was made.

So wonderful she was-her wings the wings of night

But powdered here and therewith tiny golden clouds

And wave-line markings like sea-ripples on the sand.

O how I wish I might never forget that bird-

Never！

But even now， like all beauty of earth，

She is fading from me into the dusk of Time.

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英文诗词：Then

by Spencer Reece

I was a full-time house sitter. I had no title.

I lived in a farmhouse， on a small hill，

surrounded by 100 acres. All was still.

The fields were in a government program

that paid farmers to abandon them. Perfect.

I overlooked Union Lake， a small lake，

with a small ugly island in the middle

a sort of mistake， a cluster of dead elms

encircled by marsh， resembling a smear

of oil paint left to congeal on a palette.

Pesticides farmers sprayed on their crops

over the years had drained into the lake

and made the water black， the fish shake.

About the family that built the house

I knew nothing. Built in 1865，

perhaps they came after the Civil War？

It was a simple house. Two stories.

Six rooms. Every wall crooked.

Before the house， Indians camped there.

If you listened you could hear them.

On Sunday afternoons in early June，

the sun would burnish the interiors.

Shafts of light fell across the rooms.

An old gray cat sparred his mote-swirls.

Up a tiny staircase， ladder steep，

I was often found， adrift， half asleep.

I forgot words， where I lived， my dreams.

Mirrors around the house， those streams，

ran out of gossip. The walls absorbed me.

There was every indication I was safe there.

Outside， children sang， sweetening the air：

Row， row， row your boat， gently down the stream.

Merrily， merrily， merrily， merrily， life is but a dream . . .

their fingers marrying each other with ease

as the dark built its scaffolding above the trees.

Peonies spoiled， dye ran from their centers.

Often， the lawn was covered by a fine soft rain.

Days disappeared as quickly as they came.

The children receded. The moon rose.

Cows paused on the wild green plain

of all that land still left uncommercialized.

Three years I had there. Alone. At peace.

Often I awoke as the light began to cease.

The house breathed and shook like a lover

as I took for myself time needed to recover.

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英文诗词一首

National Poetry Month

by Elaine Equi

When a poem speaks by itself，it has a spark

and can be considered part of a divine conversation.

Sometimes the poem weaves like a basket around two loaves of yellow bread.

“Break off a piece of this April with its raisin nipples，” it says.

“And chew them slowly under your pillow. You belong in bed with me.”

On the other hand，when a poem speaks in the voice of a celebrity

it is called television or a movie. “There is nothing to see，”

say Robert De Niro，though his poem bleeds all along the edges

like a puddle crudely outlined with yellow tape

at the crime scene of spring.

“It is an old poem，” he adds.

“And besides，I was very young when I made it.”

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The Wine-Drinkers

by Tennessee Williams

The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun.

Their lack of success in love has made them torpid.

They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather，

the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions.

Let us commend them on their conversations.

One says “oh” and the other says “indeed.”

The afternoon must be prolonged forever，

because the night will be impossible for them.

They know that the bright and very delicate needles

ed beneath the surfaces of their skins

will work after dark—at present are drugged， are dormant.

Nobody dares to make any sudden disturbance.

One says “no，” the other one murmurs “why？”

The cousins pause： tumescent.

What do they dream of？ Murder？

They dream of lust and they long for violent action but none occurs.

Their quarrels perpetually die from a lack of momentum

The light is empty： the sun forestalls reflection.

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春天英文诗词

by William Carlos Williams

By the road to the contagious hospital

under the surge of the blue

mottled clouds driven from the

northeast-a cold wind. Beyond， the

waste of broad， muddy fields

brown with dried weeds， standing and fallen

patches of standing water

the scattering of tall trees

All along the road the reddish

purplish， forked， upstanding， twiggy

stuff of bushes and small trees

with dead， brown leaves under them

leafless vines-

Lifeless in appearance， sluggish

dazed spring approaches-

They enter the new world naked，

cold， uncertain of all

save that they enter. All about them

the cold， familiar wind-

Now the grass， tomorrow

the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf

One by one objects are defined-

It quickens： clarity， outline of leaf

But now the stark dignity of

entrance-Still， the profound change

has come upon them： rooted， they

grip down and begin to awaken

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英文诗词：Nights

by Harvey Shapiro

Drunk and weeping. It‘s another night

at the live-in opera， and I figure

it‘s going to turn out badly for me.

The dead next door accept their salutations，

their salted notes， the drawn-out wailing.

It‘s we the living who must run for cover，

meaning me. Mortality‘s the ABC of it，

and after that comes lechery and lying.

And， oh， how to piece together a life

from this scandal and confusion， as if

the gods were inhabiting us or cohabiting

with us， just for the music‘s sake

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英文诗词精选

by Mark Ford

Unwinding in a cavernous bodega he suddenly

Burst out：——Barman， these tumblers empty themselves

And yet I persist； I am wedged in the giant eye

Of an invisible needle. Walking through doors

Or into them， listening to anecdotes or myself spinning

A yarn， I realize my doom is never to forget

My lost bearings. In medias res we begin

And end： I was born， and then my body unfurled

As if to illustrate a few tiny but effective words

But——oh my oh my——avaunt. I peered

Forth， stupefied， from the bushes as the sun set

Behind distant hills. A pair of hungry owls

Saluted the arrival of webby darkness； the dew

Descended upon the creeping ferns. At first

My sticky blood refused to flow， gathering instead

In wax-like drops and pools； mixed with water and a dram

Of colourless alcohol it thinned and reluctantly

Ebbed away. I lay emptied as a fallen

Leaf until startled awake by a blinding flash

Of dry lightning， and the onset of this terrible thirst.