加载中…【美国诗人莎拉·特丝达尔——Sarah Teasdale1884-1933】
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And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, if mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
【对比装置，一首关于“known”的诗】
"I Am Not Yours"
I am not yours, not lost in
you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing
wind.
【Lost】
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Less Than the Cloud to the Wind
Less than the cloud to the
wind
More than the star to the night,
【more or less 】
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A Winter Night
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless
ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro,
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
My room is like a bit of June,
Warm and close-curtained fold on fold,
But somewhere, like a homeless
child,
My heart is crying in the cold.
【homeless】
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