英文诗 关于樱花的

英文诗 关于樱花的
英文诗 关于樱花的

英文诗 关于樱花的
I sat on the flint wall
Under cherry blossom
Blue sky and gentle breeze
Ginger cat strolling
My glasses hit the ground
And Frank trod on them
The bin bag was torn open
Revealing yesterday's curry
Blackbird intrepid
Gull keenly screeching
Pigeons saving the West
And chicken tikka madras
Crystal Meth and Black Eyed Peas
Paul McCartney wading through mud
Cherry blossom quivers
In the mild caress of a benign wind
The blue door is painted well
But is rotting fast
Only it rots fast for years
And for two weeks under a beautiful pink parasol
Old fire guard and broken pots
Uncle Ben's burnt rice
And fried lice
Stirred with a pink petal suprise
Big pebbles from the beach
With monsters in permanent ink
And A4 lists of garage bands
With potential from a few years back
Humming a nonsensical tune
Under the blush canopy
With a mug of putrid green vile liquid
In my electric petal wonderland
Sunday morning with strong muscles
And a crazy coloured goat
I travel the flinty highway
To the seat under the cherry blossom
There I feel in touch with the three planes
The floor,the middle and the sky
Blistered feet and pudgy waist
With my head in the clouds of smog.
But through the haze
In the middle distance stands
A small creature,a human
My seven year-old son,Saint-Jeanne,in a toga
"Mama" he says soflty
"Look at the blossom of the cherry,
"It is beautiful"
And I hug him.
第二首：
The Cherry Blossom Blooming
New life hanging
flora from the tree,
buds of living
pink on the retina—
reflecting perfect
doses of red-shifted spectra
to mimic all in the skies:
the ruby-stained,
screaming,
stretching away of
starlight's elongated bleeding.
What Hubble must have seen,
his pin-focused eye
stabbing through glass
into darkness enveloping cold:
a murdered heaven,
sanguinary
streaking,
retreating in every direction.
第三首：
In Your Absence
Not yet summer,
but unseasonable heat
pries open the cherry tree.
It stands there stupefied,
in its sham,pink frills,
dense with early blooming.
Then,as afternoon cools
into more furtive winds,
I look up to see
a blizzard of petals
rushing the sky.
It is only April.
I can't stop my own life
from hurrying by.
The moon,already pacing.