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英文浪漫主義詩(shī)歌

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  英文浪漫主義詩(shī)歌:The Names of the Trees

  Laura Kasischke

  I passed this place once long ago

  when a man lived here with his four

  daughters, peacefully, it seemed. Those

  daughters took turns washing

  dishes, doing laundry. Frothy pearls and

  feathers in a sink. Soft

  socks, warm towels, folded, clean, in

  closets, drawers, and baskets, and

  on shelves. To me

  this was astonishing. The laundry

  done by daughters! No

  mother in the house at all. A weeping

  willow grew in their back-

  yard, but it was not a symbol then.

  It could not have been

  because this was the only tree

  I knew the name of yet -- unless it was a tree

  that bore familiar fruit. Like

  an apple tree, a mulberry. This

  willow's branches did not seem to be

  branches at all to me, but

  ribbons dangling loosely, tangling

  girlishly. If there was any weeping, it

  was inaudible to me. (Was

  I supposed to see it?) One

  of the daughters was only

  a year ahead of me, and she

  invited me (once) inside because

  she wanted to play house with me. When

  I confessed I wasn't sure what playing

  house might mean, this girl

  said she would teach me.

  She was Mother for this reason.

  I was the family dog. She

  told me to eat Froot Loops

  from a bowl on the kitchen floor

  while on my hands and knees. We

  laughed when I couldn't do it. But when

  I was Mother, she

  couldn't do it either.

  That there was laughter!

  A blue tablecloth.

  Salt and pepper shakers shaped

  like hands, which, put

  together, appeared to pray. When

  I was thirsty, another daughter poured

  a cup of water for me, pouring

  water with such confidence it

  seemed to me that she

  might have poured the first water

  from the first tap. When, out

  of curiosity, I went

  into their bathroom and pretended to pee

  I witnessed toilet paper printed with

  forget-me-nots, along with a little dish

  that held a piece of pink soap in it.

  And, when, after this, I couldn't sleep

  for three nights in a row, my

  mother finally gave up

  trying to comfort me.

  英文浪漫主義詩(shī)歌:Famous Negro Athletes

  Adrian Matejka

  after Jean-Michel Basquiat

  We are all famous Sunday mornings at the Y.

  That magnificent & rattled-rim space of big·timing

  Sundays. Gym bag hung over the shoulder

  of a matching sweatshirt Sundays. Touch one toe

  then the other if you can kind of days. Ball shoes

  crisp in the bag & What up, team? we say.

  For real, on Sundays, we're sweating in quintuplicate

  like a grinning team portrait. Knees swollen as roundly

  as the composite basketball we play with. & sometimes,

  the shoe-string glance from the trainer up front, the

  straight up & down of would-be ballers orbiting the ball

  court like paparazzi & handshake laughs at bad passes

  have to be adequate when your jumper is so far off

  somebody should staple flyers to telephone poles for it.

  英文浪漫主義詩(shī)歌:The Trespass Fetches Herself for Sacrifice

  HeidiLynn Nilsson

  We are not surprised,

  those of us who are made,

  we've been told,

  in God's image,

  that our God, who has

  neither tissue nor tail,

  is a jealous God.

  What makes us

  snappish, after all, about God

  is impeccability but

  if jealousy makes us

  also Godlike, and if that's

  where our love turned wrong,

  then light with light, loss with loss,

  on the strict and ruined earth,

  someone gets the very thing

  he longs for -- and who

  will let him? Lord I'm

  desolate enough --

  I see the fire

  starving on a switch

  after all of those years

  making for him

  myself into a forest.

  
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