英文唯美诗歌欣赏
诗歌欣赏：A Poet to His Beloved
I bring you with reverent hands
上海油压工作室 The books of my numberless dreams，
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove－grey sands，
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time：
White woman with numberless dreams，
I bring you my passionate rhyme．
诗歌欣赏：Call Me Ishmael
上海油压工作室 by Jackson Mac Low
Circulation． And long long
Mind every
Interest Some how mind and every long
Coffin about little little
上海油压工作室 Money especially
I shore， having money about especially little
上海油压工作室 Cato a little little
上海油压工作室 Me extreme
I sail have me an extreme little
上海油压工作室 Cherish and left， left，
Myself extremest
上海油压工作室 It see hypos myself and extremest left，
上海油压工作室 City a land． Land．
Mouth； east，
Is spleen， hand mouth； an east， land．
诗歌欣赏A Purchase of Porcelain
上海油压工作室 Because the king
上海油压工作室 decrees that every Jew
must buy his wedding－right
in unsold porcelain
from the royal chinaworks，
here he stands， an amorous Jew，
上海油压工作室 gazing at luminous
上海油压工作室 suns and moons arrayed
on doths of velvet－blue，
earth that has married fire twice，
上海油压工作室 that has been shaped and named
for what it comprehends： sherbets， salads，
上海油压工作室 gravies， desserts． He lifts a platter fine
as alabaster in cathedral windows：
上海油压工作室 salvation， the passage of light
through bone． Ah， but
上海油压工作室 not for you， the store－man says．
Closeted， in shipping crates
are pieces no one else will buy
上海油压工作室 baboon fops in feathered caps，
上海油压工作室 chimpanzees in petticoats．
Visitors will later testify，
his home was comfortable，
上海油压工作室 despite the china apes
peering from every corner．
诗歌欣赏：Batuschka
From yonder gilded minaret
Beside the steel－blue Neva set，
上海油压工作室 I faintly catch， from time to time，
The sweet， aerial midnight chime——
"God save the Tsar!"
上海油压工作室 Above the ravelins and the moats
上海油压工作室 Of the white citadel it floats；
And men in dungeons far beneath
Listen， and pray， and gnash their teeth——
"God save the Tsar!"
The soft reiterations sweep
Across the horror of their sleep，
a term of endearment applied
上海油压工作室 to the Tsar in Russian folk－song．
As if some daemon in his glee
上海油压工作室 Were mocking at their misery——
"God save the Tsar!"
上海油压工作室 In his Red Palace over there，
上海油压工作室 Wakeful， he needs must hear the prayer．
上海油压工作室 How can it drown the broken cries
上海油压工作室 Wrung from his children's agonies?——
"God save the Tsar!"
上海油压工作室 Father they called him from of old——
Batuschka! ． ． ． How his heart is cold!
上海油压工作室 Wait till a million scourged men
Rise in their awful might， and then——
上海油压工作室 God save the Tsar!
诗歌欣赏：Camma（To Ellen Terry）
As one who poring on a Grecian urn
上海油压工作室 Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made，
God with slim goddess， goodly man with maid，
And for their beauty's sake is loth to turn
上海油压工作室 And face the obvious day， must I not yearn
上海油压工作室 For many a secret moon of indolent bliss，
上海油压工作室 When in midmost shrine of Artemis
I see thee standing， antique－limbed， and stern?
And yet － methinks I'd rather see thee play
上海油压工作室 That serpent of old Nile， whose witchery
Made Emperors drunken， － come， great Egypt， shake
Our stage with all thy mimic pageants! Nay，
I am grown sick of unreal passions， make
The world thine Actium， me thine Anthony!
上海油压工作室 诗歌欣赏：A Prayer for My Son
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
上海油压工作室 That my Michael may sleep sound，
Nor cry， nor turn in the bed
上海油压工作室 Till his morning meal come round；
上海油压工作室 And may departing twilight keep
All dread afar till morning‘s back，
That his mother may not lack
Her fill of sleep．
Bid the ghost have sword in fist：
上海油压工作室 Some there are， for I avow
Such devilish things exist，
Who have planned his murder， for they know
上海油压工作室 Of some most haughty deed or thought
上海油压工作室 That waits upon his future days，
上海油压工作室 And would through hatred of the bays
Bring that to nought．
上海油压工作室 Though You can fashion everything
上海油压工作室 From nothing every day， and teach
The morning stars to sing，
You have lacked articulate speech
To tell Your simplest want， and known，
Wailing upon a woman‘s knee，
上海油压工作室 All of that worst ignominy
上海油压工作室 Of flesh and bone；
上海油压工作室 And when through all the town there ran
The servants of Your enemy，
上海油压工作室 A woman and a man，
Unless the Holy Writings lie，
上海油压工作室 Hurried through the smooth and rough
And through the fertile and waste，
Protecting， till the danger past，
With human love．
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