英文小诗鉴赏

英文小诗赏析：A Prayer on Going into My House

God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage

And on my heirs， if all remain unspoiled，

No table or chair or stool not simple enough

For shepherd lads in Galilee; and grant

That I myself for portions of the year

May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing

But what the great and passionate have used

Throughout so many varying centuries

We take it for the norm; yet should I dream

Sinbad the sailor‘s brought a painted chest，

Or image， from beyond the Loadstone Mountain，

That dream is a norm; and should some limb of the devil

Destroy the view by cutting down an ash

That shades the road， or setting up a cottage

Planned in a government office， shorten his life，

Manacle his soul upon the Red Sea bottom.

英文小诗赏析：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 suicide.

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.