About famous English poems 1
A flower
Author: Jack Kerouac
A flower
On the edge of the cliff
Nod to the canyon
About famous English poems II
Close to autobiography
Patient Rogers
Those are my broken bones.
Curl, knee to chin,
Among the rocks on the beach,
My hands are open under the skull.
In the mud. Those are my ribs.
A bone as still as a white stick.
Teared apart on the river bank, lying down,
Deliver, wipe clean
Covered with rivers and snow.
As ethereal as seedless weeds
In the dim sunshine and frost, I saw
My own bones are as transparent as locusts.
A shell as light as a spider bone,
Full of light like lanterns.
Bones when candles burn.
I see my bones, soft,
Willing, rolling around, crackling,
Revel like a broken shell
In the rolling waves.
I know them, not others',
The design and workmanship are very rough,
Peel into the skeleton of a fig tree
Under the gray sky, as stiff as falling.
Spruce I watched them float.
At night, the same lake will crack.
Rushing to the same star bone
Scattered on it.
Everything I assembled
The building I drew.
Is my metal and dust locked?
And legendary bones. My baldness
Shine blindly like the moon
About famous English poems 3
One of the monkeys
Nicholas Johnson
I am one of the monkeys they asked me to type.
In a room full of monkeys. This is a play.
Shakespeare wrote letters in the old days.
They want us to write it again. So we're writing
A play that we have never read. They keep inviting
The stranger looked at us and said:
"They wrote' to be or not to be'!" They stayed.
If we write something exciting, it will take too long.
But bananas flow like wine. we know
This is a crazy, morbid and roaring drama, a farce.
Full of murder and love, but there is a noble feeling.
Shocked, I saw the black monkey and the monkey go.
A guardian killed my father. What should I do?
I'm watching him. My teeth are as sharp as steel.
About famous English poems 4
New york Notes
Author Harvey Shapiro
1.
Be caught in a small street.
In the heavy traffic, I said
For taxi drivers, I should
Has already left. He replied:
I should be a doctor.
2.
When can I get on 1 1:33?
I'll ask the man at the information desk.
At Atlantic Avenue Station.
He said that when they opened the door.
I am home among my people.
About famous English poems 5
On the door
Jordan Davis
After practice, I can fold a rose.
Or prose theory or some rebellion
But what is irony?
An expedient measure? Laughing opera?
I learned about the conviction from the criminals,
Senator in February.