当代英诗品读

   Those are contemporary poets whom I don’t recognize

   to write them a famous biography

   I don’t know how their simple lines touched a chord in me,

   for now and then, joy and sorrow

   Let us meet with their lives and beliefs

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“PRAIS THE RAIN” BY JOY HARJO

Praise the rain, the seagull dive
The curl of plant, the raven talk—
Praise the hurt, the house slack
The stand of trees, the dignity—
Praise the dark, the moon cradle
The sky fall, the bear sleep—
Praise the mist, the warrior name
The earth eclipse, the fired leap—
Praise the backwards, upward sky
The baby cry, the spirit food—
Praise canoe, the fish rush
The hole for frog, the upside-down—
Praise the day, the cloud cup
The mind flat, forget it all—

Praise crazy. Praise sad.
Praise the path on which we’re led.
Praise the roads on earth and water.
Praise the eater and the eaten.
Praise beginnings; praise the end.
Praise the song and praise the singer.

Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the rain; it brings more rain.

 

“REAL SILENCE” BY ATTICUS

I longed for real silence

The kind you can’t find

But stumble upon

In a cabin

Somewhere

On a lake without a moon

Where you hear the cigarette burn

And the candle flicker

And your thoughts

come alive

to dance in the

the symphonies

of your mind

 

“THE PROMISE” BY JANE HIRSCHFIELD

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,
Always.

 

 “FOG” BY CARL SANDBURG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

 

“IN THE HOSPITAL” BY CHEN CHEN

My mother was in the hospital & everyone wanted to be my friend.
But I was busy making a list: good dog, bad citizen, short
skeleton, tall mocha. Typical Tuesday.
My mother was in the hospital & no one wanted to be her friend.
Everyone wanted to be soft cooing sympathies. Very reasonable
pigeons. No one had the tie & our solution to it
was to buy shinier watches. We were enamored with
what our wrists could declare. My mother was in the hospital
& I didn’t want to be her friend. Typical son. Tall latte, short tale,
bad plot, great wifi in the atypical café. My mother was in the hospital
& she didn’t want to be her friend. She wanted to be the family
grocery list. Low-fat yogurt, firm tofu. She didn’t trust my father
to be it. You always forget something, she said, even when
I do the list for you. Even then.

 

 

所有跟帖： 

• 一下就看到这一句“ The fog comes on little cat feet.”慢慢欣赏：） -beautifulwind- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 09:50:56

• 这首很形象，好像流传很广。 -前川- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 10:15:50

• 赞！行云流水一般的诗句 -移花接木- ♂ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 16:34:16

• 和川川一起读英文诗。。 -盈盈一笑间- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 17:05:06

• 先占个秋千！ -何仙姑- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 18:32:10

• 谢谢同爱诗歌。 -前川- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/12/2021 postreply 19:18:59

• 流畅诗句！ 欣赏！ -碧蓝天- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/13/2021 postreply 16:23:23

• 恭喜前川。首页进来，谢谢网管，当代英诗品读 推荐成功 -beautifulwind- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/14/2021 postreply 20:01:59

• 喜欢中间的三首，谢谢前川！ -甜虫虫- ♀ (0 bytes) () 09/15/2021 postreply 14:38:25