詩歌欣賞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．

　　詩歌欣賞：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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