最新诗歌欣赏:Bedtime Story

2020-08-23诗歌

最新诗歌欣赏:Bedtime Story

  诗歌欣赏:Bedtime Story

  by Wanda Coleman

  bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room

  trying to ignore them

  in the morning, especially Sunday mornings

  it will not let me up. you must sleep

  longer, it says

  facing south

  the bed makes me lay heavenward on my back

  while i prefer a westerly fetal position

  facing the wall

  the bed sucks me sideways into it when i

  sit down on it to put on my shoes. this

  persistence on its part forces me to dress in

  the bathroom where things are less subversive

  the bed lumps up in anger springs popping out to

  scratch my dusky thighs

  my little office sits in the alcove adjacent to

  the bed. it makes strange little sighs

  which distract me from my work

  sadistically i pull back the covers

  put my typewriter on the sheet and turn it on

  the bed complains that i'm difficult duty

  its slats are collapsing. it bitches when i

  blanket it with books and papers. it tells me

  it's made for blood and bone

  lately spiders ants and roaches

  have invaded it searching for food

  诗歌欣赏:A Poison Tree

  I was angry with my friend:

  I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

  I was angry with my foe:

  I told it not, my wrath did grow.

  And I water'd it in fears,

  Night and morning with my tears;

  And I sunnèd it with smiles,

  And with soft deceitful wiles.

  And it grew both day and night,

  Till it bore an apple bright;

  And my foe beheld it shine,

  And he knew that it was mine,

  And into my garden stole

  When the night had veil'd the pole:

  In the morning glad I see

  My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

  诗歌欣赏:Baudelaire's Ablutions

  by Roger Fanning

  Baudelaire, dead broke, nonetheless allowed himself

  two hours for his morning ablutions.

  (Warm water can be a 一 too.)

  His razor scraping whiskers cleanly off

  sounded like a file rassrasping

  against prison bars. Never did this man

  gulp a cup of coffee, bolt out the door

  with a blob of shaving cream on one ear,

  and go to a job. He composed himself.

  Dead broke, he explored (in prose) six waterdrops

  that quake in a corner of Delacroix's painting

  Dante and Virgil! Meanwhile, through his window

  intruded softly the spiel of a fishmonger

  as well as the stench. Many, many vendors still

  singsong their wares, as a sort of wishwash drizzle

  inducing human animals to mope, to yawn.

  We all get bored: between mainstream culture (buy things)

  and nature (in this case, rain), people tend to snooze.

  Poetry jolts awake the lucky few. I praise

  the mirror-gazing mighty poet Baudelaire,

  my hero, a fop full of compulsions,

  a perfectionist to whom a single

  tweezered nosehair brought tears of joy.

  诗歌欣赏:Cement Guitar

  All morning I've remembered St.

  Ignacio's bruise,

  jaundiced seagulls over Quonset,

  November

  and the gross white sky.

  Days so long

  you walk home fifteen miles from the restaurant.

  Same waitress every day of your life

  and she never remembers your allergies.

  Nothing on the map but scone crumbs

  and a drop of tea.

  Just manifold food and a dead request

  to bury the last of your seven receipts.

  Mother of foster-wit, father of straw,

  I can see how silence takes the place of those

  who cut their thoughts in stone before they need them.

  Stone is the past, and the past is a form of flattery.

  Last winter, groups of children sent letters

  in sadness for the late Christmas 一.

  Addressed to those who managed the fishery,

  who named the docks and decided the colors of unfinished boats,

  the only way to read them was alive.

  To think out loud about those children's names

  was to forget what you meant by dying.

  诗歌欣赏:Alone Looking at the Mountain

  Alone Looking at the Mountain

  All the birds have flown up and gone;

  A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.

  We never tire of looking at each other

  Only the mountain and I.

  诗歌欣赏:安娜贝尔·李

  It was many and many a year ago,

  In a kingdom by the sea,

  That a maiden there lived whom you may know

  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

  And this maiden she lived with no other thought

  Than to love and be loved by me.

  She was a child and I was a child,

  In this kingdom by the sea;

  But we loved with a love that was more than love

  I and my Annabel Lee;

  With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

  And this was the reason that, long ago,

  In this kingdom by the sea,

  A wind blew out of a cloud by night chilling my Annabel Lee;

  So that her highborn kinsman came

  And bore her away from me,

  To shut her up in a sepulchre

  In this kindom by the sea.

  The angels ,not half so happy in the heaven,

  Went evnying her and me

  Yes!That was the reason(as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea)

  That the wind came out of the cloud,

  Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

  But our love it was stronger by far than the love

  Of those who were older than we

  Of many far wiser than we

  And neither the angels in heaven above,

  Nor the demons down under the sea,

  Can ever dissever my soulfrom the soul

  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

  For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

  Of the beautiful Annalbel Lee;

  And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

  Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

  And so,all the night-tide , I lie down by the side

  Of my darling , my darling , my life and my bride,

  In the sepulchre there by the sea,

  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

  很久很久以前,

  在一个滨海的国度里,

  住着一位少女你或许认得,

  她的芳名叫安娜贝尔.李;

  这少女活着没有别的愿望,

  只为和我俩情相许。

  那会儿我还是个孩子,她也未脱稚气,

  在这个滨海的国度里;

  可我们的爱超越一切,无人能及——

  我和我的安娜贝尔.李;

  我们爱得那样深,连天上的六翼天使

  也把我和她妒嫉。

  这就是那不幸的根源,很久以前

  在这个滨海的国度里,

  夜里一阵寒风从白云端吹起,冻僵了

  我的安娜贝尔.李;

  于是她那些高贵的亲戚来到凡间

  把她从我的'身边夺去,

  将她关进一座坟墓

  在这个滨海的国度里。

  这些天使们在天上,不及我们一半快活,

  于是他们把我和她妒嫉——

  对——就是这个缘故(谁不晓得呢,在这个滨海的国度里)

  云端刮起了寒风,

  冻僵并带走了我的安娜贝尔.李。

  可我们的爱情远远地胜利

  那些年纪长于我们的人——

  那些智慧胜于我们的人——

  无论是天上的天使,

  还是海底的恶魔,

  都不能将我们的灵魂分离,

  我和我美丽的安娜贝尔.李。

  因为月亮的每一丝清辉都勾起我的回忆

  梦里那美丽的安娜贝尔.李

  群星的每一次升空都令我觉得秋波在闪动

  那是我美丽的安娜贝尔.李

  就这样,伴着潮水,我整夜躺在她身旁

  我亲爱的——我亲爱的——我的生命,我的新娘,

  在海边那座坟茔里,

  在大海边她的墓穴里。

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