诗歌欣赏Done With

by Ann Stanford

My house is torn down——

Plaster sifting， the pillars broken，

Beams jagged， the wall crushed by the bulldozer．

The whole roof has fallen

On the hall and the kitchen

The bedrooms， the parlor．

They are trampling the garden——

My mother's lilac， my father's grapevine，

The freesias， the jonquils， the grasses．

Hot asphalt goes down

Over the torn stems， and hardens．

What will they do in springtime

Those bulbs and stems groping upward

That drown in earth under the paving，

Thick with sap， pale in the dark

As they try the unrolling of green．

May they double themselves

Pushing together up to the sunlight，

May they break through the seal stretched above them

Open and flower and cry we are living．

诗歌欣赏：Drinking With Someone In The

As the two of us drink

together， while mountain

flowers blossom beside， we

down one cup after the other

until I am drunk and sleepy

so that you better go！

Tomorrow if you feel like it

do come and bring your lute

along with you！

by Louis Simpson

Trees in the old days used to stand

And shape a shady lane

Where lovers wandered hand in hand

Who came from Carentan．

This was the shining green canal

Where we came two by two

Walking at combat－interval．

Such trees we never knew．

The day was early June， the ground

Was soft and bright with dew．

Far away the guns did sound，

But here the sky was blue．

The sky was blue， but there a smoke

Hung still above the sea

Where the ships together spoke

To towns we could not see．

Could you have seen us through a glass

You would have said a walk

Of farmers out to turn the grass，

Each with his own hay－fork．

The watchers in their leopard suits

Waited till it was time，

And aimed between the belt and boot

And let the barrel climb．

I must lie down at once， there is

A hammer at my knee．

And call it death or cowardice，

Don't count again on me．

Everything's all right， Mother，

Everyone gets the same

At one time or another．

It's all in the game．

I never strolled， nor ever shall，

Down such a leafy lane．

I never drank in a canal，

Nor ever shall again．

There is a whistling in the leaves

And it is not the wind，

The twigs are falling from the knives

That cut men to the ground．

Tell me， Master－Sergeant，

The way to turn and shoot．

But the Sergeant's silent

That taught me how to do it．

O Captain， show us quickly

Our place upon the map．

But the Captain's sickly

And taking a long nap．

Lieutenant， what's my duty，

My place in the platoon?

He too's a sleeping beauty，

Charmed by that strange tune．

Carentan O Carentan

Before we met with you

We never yet had lost a man

Or known what death could do．

AND thou art dead as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth；

And form so soft and charms so rare

Too soon return'd to Earth！

Though Earth received them in her bed

And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth

There is an eye which could not brook

A moment on that grave to look．

I will not ask where thou liest low

Nor gaze upon the spot；

There flowers or weeds at will may grow

So I behold them not：

It is enough for me to prove

That what I loved and long must love

Like common earth can rot；

To me there needs no stone to tell

'Tis Nothing that I loved so well．

Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou

Who didst not change through all the past

And canst not alter now．

The love where Death has set his seal

Nor age can chill nor rival steal

Nor falsehood disavow；

And what were worse thou canst not see

Or wrong or change or fault in me．

The better days of life were ours

The worst can be but mine；

The sun that cheers the storm that lours

Shall never more be thine．

The silence of that dreamless sleep

I envy now too much to weep；

Nor need I to repine

That all those charms have pass'd away

I might have watch'd through long decay．

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd

Must fall the earliest prey；

Though by no hand untimely snatch'd．

The leaves must drop away．

And yet it were a greater grief

To watch it withering leaf by leaf

Than see it pluck'd to－day；

Since earthly eye but ill can bear

To trace the change to foul from fair．

I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade；

The night that follow'd such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade．

Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd

And thou wert lovely to the last

Extinguish'd not decay'd；

As stars that shoot along the sky

Shine brightest as they fall from high．

As once I wept if I could weep

My tears might well be shed

To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o'er thy bed—

To gaze how fondly！ on thy face

To fold thee in a faint embrace

Uphold thy drooping head

And show that love however vain

Nor thou nor I can feel again．

Yet how much less it were to gain

Though thou hast left me free

The loveliest things that still remain

Than thus remember thee！

The all of thine that cannot die

Through dark and dread eternity

Returns again to me

And more thy buried love endears

Than aught except its living years．

by W． H． Auden

Perfection， of a kind， was what he was after，

And the poetry he invented was easy to understand；

He knew human folly like the back of his hand，

And was greatly interested in armies and fleets；

When he laughed， respectable senators burst with laughter，

And when he cried the little children died in the streets．

But this day especially，

I need some extra strength

To face what ever is to be．

This day more than any day

I need to feel you near，

To fortify my courage

And to overcome my fear．

By myself，I cannot meet

The challenge of the hour，

There are times when humans help，

But we need a higher power

To assist us bear what must be borne，

and so dear Lord，I pray

Hold on to my trembling hand

And be near me today．

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