vived The long night intact. The simplest things， Difficult in their obviousness. They made no noise.
It was the kind of day People described as perfect. Gods disguising themselves As black hairpins， a hand-mirror， A comb with a tooth missing? No! That wasnt it. Just things as they are， Unblinking， lying mute In that bright light And the trees waiting for the night. 关于好的英文诗歌篇三 Continuity by A. R. Ammons Ive pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I want I would， accepting the harmonious
completion of the drift， say annihilation， probably. 关于好的英文诗歌篇四 The Wine-Drinkers by Tennessee Williams The wine-drinkers sit on the porte cochère in the sun. Their lack of success in love has made them torpid. They move their fans with a motion that stirs no feather， the glare of the sun has darkened their complexions. Let us com
