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  關於大學生英文詩歌篇1

  The Teacher

  by Hilarie Jones

  I was twenty-six the first time I held

  a human heart in my hand.

  It was sixty-four and heavier than I expected,

  its chambers slack;

  and I was stupidly surprised

  at how cold it was.

  It was the middle of the third week

  before I could look at her face,

  before I could spend more than an hour

  learning the secrets of cirrhosis,

  the dark truth of diabetes, the black lungs

  of the Marlboro woman, the exquisite

  painful shape of kidney stones,

  without eating an entire box of Altoids

  to smother the smell of formaldehyde.

  After seeing her face, I could not help

  but wonder if she had a favorite color;

  if she hated beets,

  or loved country music before her hearing

  faded, or learned to read

  before cataracts placed her in perpetual twilight.

  I wondered if her mother had once been happy

  when she'd come home from school

  or if she'd ever had a valentine from a secret admirer.

  In the weeks that followed, I would

  drive the highways, scanning billboards.

  I would see her face, her eyes

  squinting away the cigarette smoke,

  or she would turn up at the bus stop

  pushing a grocery cart of empty

  beer cans and soda bottles. I wondered

  if that was how she'd paid for all those smokes

  or if the scars of repeated infections in her womb

  spoke to a more universal currency.

  Did she die, I wondered, in a cardboard box

  under the Burnside Bridge, nursing a bottle

  of strawberry wine, telling herself

  she felt a little warmer now,

  or in the Good Faith Shelter,

  her few belongings safe under the sheet

  held to her faltering heart?

  Or in the emergency room, lying

  on a wheeled gurney, the pitiless

  lights above, the gauzy curtains around?

  Did she ever wonder what it all was for?

  I wish I could have told her in those days

  what I've now come to know: that

  it was for this——the baring

  of her body on the stainless steel table——

  that I might come to know its secrets

  and, knowing them, might listen

  to the machine-shop hum of aortic stenosis

  in an old woman's chest, smile a little to myself

  and, in gratitude to her who taught me,

  put away my stethoscope, turn to my patient

  and say Let's talk about your heart.

  關於大學生英文詩歌篇2

  The Three Times

  by Alfred Corn

  The first will no doubt begin with morning's

  Stainless-steel manners and possibilities

  Out of number. Sunlight scold too much?

  So a tense gets thinned out with solvents,

  Preternaturally bright with the will

  To swap laziness or pleasure for paper money.

  The future may appear as a winter day, colors

  Of the facades like frozen jellies and sherbets,

  Palaces of frost in crystalline order;

  Then fall into shards at the approach of fact,

  A needle of starlight aimed at your heart.

  This one has all the force and danger of

  Randomness: image drips into daydream

  As waters gather to sea level and go

  With the tide. Clouds. Chain lightning.

  The waves move in like destroyers. And-

  And only subside when, for example,

  I stop to prove a cup off-center

  In its saucer. A door closes, footsteps;

  The night outside warm and silent

  As an underground parking lot; askew stacks

  Of books and papers; raw material;

  Clues to a life. Because it's the time

  Of pain-always the same-and pleasures:

  Taste, touch, work, walking, music-not one

  Of these trivial and all incomplete.

  The last was always a famous storehouse;

  Or you sit down before an amphittheater

  Of tiered keyboards, repertory of stops;

  To choose diapason. bourdon, vox humana-

  A stone wall, the shadow of a leaf,

  The gate I saw and then the grass

  Running in place before the wind.

  The place of the mind moved on, just

  Failing to be everywhere at once;

  And reconstructed an autumn afternoon

  From the highest window, when the buildings

  Forcing up against an imposed sky,

  Fused into background, embraced the park,

  Rested. The last baseball players

  Swarmed around a tiny diamond template;

  Man and his games a perfected miniature-

  Like the past you almost don't believe in.

  Yet it's there, behind perhaps a blue veil;

  Sturdy; calm; unless put out of countenance

  By drab standards of exactitude.

  The last word was never, was always

  About to be written; so that none of us

  Could know whether hope, become action,

  Exposed to the elements-a bronze monument,

  Negligible among the surrounding towers,

  But somehow truly central-would corrode,

  Crumble, dissolve; or weather into

  A fact of nature, continue to be

  關於大學生英文詩歌篇3

  The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

  by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  The tide rises, the tide falls,

  The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;

  Along the sea-sands damp and brown

  The traveller hastens toward the town,

  And the tide rises, the tide falls.

  Darkness settles on roofs and walls,

  But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;

  The little waves, with their soft, white hands,

  Efface the footprints in the sands,

  And the tide rises, the tide falls.

  The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

  Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

  The day returns, but nevermore

  Returns the traveller to the shore,

  And the tide rises, the tide falls.