英语诗词
英语诗词如下：
一、英语诗词：
Call Me Ishmael
by Jackson Mac Low
Circulation. And long long
Mind every
Interest Some how mind and every long
Coffin about little little
Money especially
I shore， having money about especially little
Cato a little little
Me extreme
I sail have me an extreme little
Cherish and left， left，
Myself extremest
It see hypos myself and extremest left，
City a land. Land.
Mouth; east，
Is spleen， hand mouth; an east， land.
二、英语诗词：
Called into Play
by A. R. Ammons
Fall fell： so that's it for the leaf poetry：
some flurries have whitened the edges of roads
and lawns： time for that， the snow stuff： &
turkeys and old St. Nick： where am I going to
find something to write about I haven't already
written away： I will have to stop short， look
down， look up， look close， think， think， think：
but in what range should I think： should I
figure colors and outlines， given forms， say
mailboxes， or should I try to plumb what is
behind what and what behind that， deep down
where the surface has lost its semblance： or
should I think personally， such as， this week
seems to have been crafted in hell： what： is
something going on： something besides this
diddledeediddle everyday matter-of-fact： I
could draw up an ancient memory which would
wipe this whole presence away： or I could fill
out my dreams with high syntheses turned into
concrete visionary forms： Lucre could lust
for Luster： bad angels could roar out of perdition
and kill the AIDS vaccine not quite
perfected yet： the gods could get down on
each other; the big gods could fly in from
nebulae unknown： but I'm only me： I have 4
interests——money， poetry， sex， death： I guess
I can jostle those. . . .
三、英语诗词：
The One Secret That Has Carried
by Jason Shinder
Irene loves a man
who is afraid of sex——
she's attended
to everything，
said it was okay，
held me until I slept.
She says， Why don't you just
not think about it?
But I want to know
every sensation，
nothing untouched，
though I pull my hand away
once she's found it
I can't be around a woman
too long，
too much.
I say， I was mistreated.
She says， A cup of tea?
I say， I can't start a thing
and then
describe the kind
of thing I'd start.
We talk about ballrooms，
long sleeves and sashes，
say someday
we should go somewhere
though we can't think
of anywhere
and then I say abruptly，
I've never loved
hard enough
to be loved back.
I say it as if I've had enough
of the whole goddamn
world and will never
be satisfied.
I'm looking
at the wall.
She's looking out
the window because
she needs
to be somewhere.
Later， I leave a note：
Sorry for the difficulties.
Meaning： how come
you don't leave?
I've never told this story.
Even at the moment
of dying，
I would say
it was someone else's.
