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MneMosyne
by Trumbull Stickney
It's autumn in the country I remember
How warm a wind blew here about the ways!
And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber
During the long sun-sweetened summer-days.
It's cold abroad the country I remember.
The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain
At midday with a wing aslant and limber;
And yellow cattle browsed upon the plain
It's empty down the country I remember.
I had a sister lovely in my sight：
Her hair was dark， her eyes were very sombre;
We sang together in the woods at night.
It's lonely in the country I remember.
The babble of our children fills my ears，
And on our hearth I stare the perished ember
To flames that show all starry thro' my tears.
It's dark about the country I remember.
There are the mountains where I lived. The path
Is slushed with cattle-tracks and fallen timber，
The stumps are twisted by the tempests' wrath.
But that I knew these places are my own，
I'd ask how came such wretchedness to cumber
The earth， and I to people it alone.
It rains across the country I remember
有关于优美的英文诗歌篇2Missing Is a Stimulant
by Jeff Clark
a circuit， bled memory
a séance of the veins， a liquid hinge
Deceit， the tones of dreamed sceneries
defaced by a single face
and yet the day itself is more marred
by these traces of fragrance
chances to fathom her absence
or collapse with the sap of plants
and sleep， and demand of a jasmine-scented face
How are you still so fragrant?
An object at a morgue or an organ
有关于优美的英文诗歌篇3miss rosie
by Lucille Clifton
when I watch you
wrapped up like garbage
sitting， surrounded by the smell
of too old potato peels
or when I watch you
in your old man's shoes
with the little toe cut out
sitting， waiting for your mind
like next week's grocery
I say when I watch you
you wet brown bag of a woman
who used to be the best looking gal in Georgia
used to be called the Georgia Rose
I stand up through your destruction
I stand up
有关于优美的英文诗歌篇4Momentum
by Catherine Doty
Your friends won't try to talk you out of the barrel，
or your brag to go first， which has nothing to do with bravery.
And you're so hungry to earn their love you forget
to claim first your， perhaps， last look at this mountain-
crab apples hanging sour in the sun， abandoned Buick，
a favorite place to play， dismantled and weathered
and delicate as a voting booth. Instead you dive straight away
and headfirst into darkness， the steel drum that dusts you，
like a chicken part， with rust. Looking out， there's nothing
to see of your friends but their calves， which are scabby，
and below them the filthy sneakers， shifting， shifting，
every foot aching to kick you off this cliff.
Their faces， you know， are blank with anticipation，
the look you see when they watch TV eating popcorn.
They're already talking about you as if you're gone，
as if you boarded a bus and roared out of earshot，
when one foot flashes forward and launches you.
You know as you feel that first solid slam you are lost.
The barrel changes shape with each crash to earth，
as you will later， assuming and losing lives， but this
is so true now： ankles flayed to the bone， cracked ribs
and crushed mint， the brittle， pissy sumac. Right now
the pin oaks are popping in their sockets， the hillside
wears your shoes， clouds pleat and buck. You know， of course，
that no one's going second， and friends who tell this story
will use the word idiot， rolling their hands in the air，
but you know you know what your life is for now and rise up，
and just about scalp yourself on that tree limb above you，
another thing you couldn't possibly know was coming，
another which， like your first breath， was not your idea.
有关于优美的英文诗歌篇5Mongrel Death Blues
by Joshua Weiner
What's that behind my back?
What's that gnawing behind my back?
It sounds like a dog crunching bones for marrow.
Bones here so old， the sun's dried up the marrow.
What kind of dog splinters bone like that?
Don't turn around， I hear it getting louder.
Don't turn， don't turn， its growl is getting louder.
Oh， don't you growl at me， nappy rabid dog.
My joints may be cracking， but my bones ain't buried yet.
I said， my skeleton is talking， but my bones ain't buried yet.
Hear my belly growling? I'm hungrier than I've ever been.
Are you baring pearly whites? I can almost smell your mongrel breath.
Yes， your pearlies， they are snapping， and I can smell your stinking breath.
I'd turn around and pet you， but I've given up on pets.
I am reaching for a stone.
I swear my aim is sharp.
I swear my arm is strong.
It's growing dark， but I won't miss.
It's darker now， but I won't miss.
O shine down moonlight， my whole life has led to this
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