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　　forefinger raw? Or was it the dry，
　　ash handle of my hoe? I can hear
　　the steel head singing as it strikes
　　rocky ground， the fresh-turned earth
　　swallowing showers of sparks. The tip
　　of my tongue goes dry. I touch my lips
　　to the soil as I once touched you， here
　　and there. A single knot of dirt
　　crumbles slowly in my mouth
　　with the taste of sweet butter dripping
　　from your thumb. This ground will raise
　　a heavy crop. I am the wheat
　　that flowed around your waist like water.
　　I am that lonely knot of earth.
　　关于简洁英文诗歌篇三
　　Song to Celia by Ben Jonson
　　Drinke to me， onely， with thine eyes，
　　And I will pledge with mine;
　　Or leave a kisse but in the cup，
　　And Ile not looke for wine.
　　The thirst， that from the soule doth rise，
　　Doth aske a drinke divine：










　　But might I of Joves Nectar sup，
　　I would not change for thine.
　　I sent th