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[诗歌] 诗歌:Love in the Lab
Jo ShapcottOne day the technicians touched souls as they exchanged everyday noises above the pipette. Then they knew that the state of molecules was not humdrum. The inscriptions on the specimen jar2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:The Jaguar
Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998)The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strutLike cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut.Fatigued with indolen2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:From Song Of Myself
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals ... they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long. They do not sweat an2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:I Started Early - Took
Emily Dickinson (1830-86)I started Early - Took my Dog And visited the Sea The Mermaids in the BasementCame out to look at me And Frigates - in the Upper FloorExtended Hempen Hands Presuming Me to be2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:The Wild Swans At Cool
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirror a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:The Horses
Ted HughesI climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.Evil air, a frost-making stillness,Not a leaf, not a bird,--A world cast in frost. I came out above the woodWhere my breath left tortuou2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:The Thought Fox
Ted HughesI imagine this midnight moment's forest:Something else is aliveBesides the clock's lonelinessAnd this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star:Somethin..2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:March Calf
Ted HughesRight from the start he is dressed in his best - his blacks and his whitesLittle Fauntleroy - quiffed and glossy,A Sunday suit, a wedding natty get-up,Standing in dunged straw Under cobwebb2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:Mountain Lion
D H Lawrence (1885-1930)Climbing through the January snow, into the Lobo canyonDark grow the spruce-trees, blue is the balsam, water sounds still unfrozen, and the trail is still evident. Men! Two me2008-02-05 编辑:admin
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[诗歌] 诗歌:The Zebras
Roy Campbell (1901-1957)From the dark woods that breathe of fallen showers,Harnessed with level rays in golden reins,The zebras draw the dawn across the plainsWading knee-deep among the scarlet flowe2008-02-05 编辑:admin