On College English Poetry 1
common people
Thomas Hardy
I
"Poor tramp," said the leaden sky.
"I'm happy to lighten you,
But there are laws in force on it.
It says it's not allowed. "
two
"I won't freeze you, cut one," cried.
The north, "know me but how?
Warm my breath and relax my pace;
But I am ruled like you. "
Roman numeral 3
"I'll attack you tomorrow, White."
Said he was sick. "But I swear.
I mean no harm to your little ark,
But I was forbidden to enter there. "
Intravenously injected
"Come here, son," I heard death say;
"I didn't put a grave.
You should end your pilgrimage today,
But I am also a slave! "
V
At that time, we were interdependent,
Life is even less for me.
What it used to wear in autumn.
They admit that they are passive.
College English Poetry II
A child who committed suicide
Author: Charles Bukowski
I went to the worst bar, hoping to be killed.
But all I can do is get drunk again.
To make matters worse, the regular customers in the bar even finally fell in love with me.
There, I tried to be pushed over the edge of darkness.
Finally, I got a free drink
When some poor son of a bitch was lying in a hospital bed,
He is full of tubes.
He struggled to live.
No one will help me die, because I've been drinking,
When waiting for me with its steel clip the next day,
Its obnoxious anonymity,
Its dishonest attitude.
When you call for death, it is not always running.
Even if you call it from a shining castle.
Or from an ocean liner
Or from the best bar
What * * * or the worst * * *.
This rudeness will only make God hesitate and delay.
Ask me: I am 72.
On College English Poetry III
River merchant's wife: a letter
Ezra Pound
When my hair was cut straight on my forehead
I play near the front door and pick flowers.
You come here on a bamboo pole, playing with horses,
You walked around my seat, playing with blue plums.
We continue to live in Chokan village:
Two * * * all people, no don't like, no doubt.
When I was fourteen, I married my master, you.
I never laugh because I am shy.
I looked down at the wall.
Called a thousand times, I never look back.
When I was fifteen, I stopped frowning.
I hope my dust is mixed with yours.
Forever, ever, ever.
Why did I climb the observation deck?
You left when you were sixteen,
You went to the distant Ku to Yan, by the whirlpool river,
You have been away for five months.
The monkey made a sad sound overhead.
You are dragging your feet when you go out.
Now by the door, moss grows, different mosses,
It's too deep to clear!
Leaves fall early with the wind this autumn.
Pairs of butterflies have turned yellow with August.
Across the grass in the West Garden;
They hurt me. I'm getting old.
If you are crossing the narrow channel of the Yangtze River,
Please let me know in advance,
I'll meet you outside.
It's in Chaofusa.
On College English Poetry 4
Return
Francis Ritchie
What will you say when you forget?
How grass grows,
Married to the darkness
The soil is broken in your hands?
When the sun makes your bed.
When a voice you've never heard before
Miss you,
Sing your heart-
It took so long to get here.
Now I'm breathing in the mountains
It's like I never left.
When I went in,
I was surprised to see an orange-green bug.
Left it on my shorts,
Move slowly in a strange white country.
He stopped to stand up,
Leaning out—
Miniature periscope
Peep through the light of the underground river
There is no symbol of death there.
He looked around.
I stretch out my index finger.
At the tip of his head, I guess,
Although I can't see an eye or an ear,
Or tiny feet
When he climbed over my palm—
A warmer planet.
I've been thinking lately.
When I get lost, what hand shows me the way?
I can't feel him.
Although I saw him rise again,
Looking to the future, Ping
Divided into five dead ends.
I cocked my finger to make a cup.
Take him to the garden like a blessing—
What will happen next is a mystery-
So light in the world, leaving no trace.
On College English Poetry 5
Daily affairs around the house
Author: Stephen Dunn
When mother died,
I thought: now I'm going to have a death poem.
That's unforgivable
However, I have forgiven myself.
Just like a son can do.
A child loved by his mother.
I stared at the coffin.
Knowing how long she can live,
How many lifetimes?
In sweet memories.
It's hard to know for sure
How do we get rid of sadness,
But I remember when I was twelve,
195 1, before the world
Untie its coat.
I asked my mother that I was shaking.
If I could see her breasts,
She took me into her room.
No embarrassment or shyness.
I stared at them,
Dare not ask for more.
Now, a few years later, someone told me
Cancer who has never had maternal love.
Doomed to fail, and I, a cancer patient,
I feel blessed again. How lucky
Have a mother
Who showed me her breasts?
When a girl my age is developing,
Their separated countries,
How lucky
She didn't destroy me.
Too much or too little.
If I ask for a touch,
Maybe to suck them,
What would she do?
Mother, a dead woman
I think he allowed me.
It's easy to love women,
This poem
Where is it dedicated?
We stopped, for completeness.
That's enough.
And how you shut up,
Start doing routine things
Around the house.