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  篇一

  My Friends

  by W. S. Merwin

  My friends without shields walk on the target

  It is late the windows are breaking

  My friends without shoes leave

  What they love

  Grief moves among them as a fire among

  Its bells

  My friends without clocks turn

  On the dial they turn

  They part

  My friends with names like gloves set out

  Bare handed as they have lived

  And nobody knows them

  It is they that lay the wreaths at the milestones it is their

  Cups that are found at the wells

  And are then chained up

  My friends without feet sit by the wall

  Nodding to the lame orchestra

  Brotherhood it says on the decorations

  My friend without eyes sits in the rain smiling

  With a nest of salt in his hand

  My friends without fathers or houses hear

  Doors opening in the darkness

  Whose halls announce

  Behold the smoke has come home

  My friends and I have in common

  The present a wax bell in a wax belfry

  This message telling of

  Metals this

  Hunger for the sake of hunger this owl in the heart

  And these hands one

  For asking one for applause

  My friends with nothing leave it behind

  In a box

  My friends without keys go out from the jails it is night

  They take the same road they miss

  Each other they invent the same banner in the dark

  They ask their way only of sentries too proud to breathe

  At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish

  The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise

  Like a monument to my

  Friends the forgotten

  篇二

  My Heart Leaps Up

  by William Wordsworth

  My heart leaps up when I behold

  A rainbow in the sky:

  So was it when my life began;

  So is it now I am a man;

  So be it when I shall grow old,

  Or let me die!

  The Child is father of the Man;

  And I could wish my days to be

  Bound each to each by natural piety.

  篇三

  Nothing Ventured

  by Kay Ryan

  Nothing exists as a block

  and cannot be parceled up.

  So if nothing's ventured

  it's not just talk;

  it's the big wager.

  Don't you wonder

  how people think

  the banks of space

  and time don't matter?

  How they'll drain

  the big tanks down to

  slime and salamanders

  and want thanks?

  篇四

  My Letters! all dead paper

  by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!

  And yet they seem alive and quivering

  Against my tremulous hands which loose the string

  And let them drop down on my knee tonight.

  This said-he wished to have me in his sight

  Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

  To come and touch my hand. . . a simple thing,

  Yes I wept for it-this . . . the paper's light. . .

  Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

  As if God's future thundered on my past.

  This said, I am thine-and so its ink has paled

  With lying at my heart that beat too fast.

  And this . . . 0 Love, thy words have ill availed

  If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!