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　　經典英語詩歌朗誦稿：Spéculation Hasardeuse

　　Arthur Vogelsang

　　No one was learning French fast.

　　I was learning French too slowly and

　　Some were learning at an average speed.

　　We had to learn it fast. There was a great plane

　　Coming for us and we had to know French

　　When we got on it or else.

　　Later we found out there was no or else.

　　We boarded the plane knowing an amount of French.

　　Enough that the others covered for me.

　　That was easy, I never spoke French,

　　I never spoke. Far up over Earth and France

　　Where we floated which of course was fun

　　In the great plane, in the great swift plane as I have said,

　　That high, the French spoke to us in French,

　　Numbers, "millième des soixante," and other manifold numbers

　　For hours -- division and multiplication are the hairiest,

　　The epitome of difficult, for a non-native speaker.

　　According to my character I did something else,

　　No counting, no speaking French. I was there

　　To float and study and be studied and do unmentionables

　　So I forgot about learning French fast and I forgot about

　　Their or else, I said to myself I think I am their or else.

　　I was not. In such a risky venture or spéculation hasardeuse

　　I think it was decided to include somebody not fast and not smart

　　Like a slow horse that keeps a posse at its safe pace, unambushed.

　　The endless arguments about this had been in French and English,

　　Back and forth endlessly they had gone at it,

　　So we began by trying to learn French fast.

　　經典英語詩歌朗誦稿：Down Unwin's Track

　　Alison Brackenbury

　　And the rain stopped. And the sky spun

　　past the hills' flush of winter corn.

　　The mare strode out as though still young.

　　You walked. I almost said, last year

　　I saw a hare run with her young

　　just past the broken wall, just here.

　　Two flew in circles. First, one rose

　　upon its great back legs. It boxed

　　at air. The second flinched, then rose.

　　England has blackbirds, mice. To find

　　these strong black shapes makes the heart race

　　as barley under icy wind.

　　Boxing is courtship, failed. One broke,

　　tore past us to the rough safe hedge.

　　She crossed the sun. Her colours woke,

　　ears black, back russet, earth new-laid.

　　Her legs stretched straight. The late showers made

　　bright water fly from every blade.

　　經典英語詩歌朗誦稿：Memorial

　　Dave Smith

　　Today on the 17th fairway I stepped over

　　the gutted, dried out corpse,

　　not quite the length of my arm once,

　　now more papery shell than any

　　fish, and yet moccasin still.

　　The triangular head had been halved,

　　a six-iron maybe, swung without thought.

　　Twisting tongue gone into this grass

　　making for the pond maybe,

　　that was gone too, the way words go

　　when we open our mouth

　　and try to remember what we have done.

　　So little of it all really matters.

　　Sunlight poured down its free admiration,

　　a scale here and there gleamed

　　as if a nerve had been touched again,

　　so we stood off even as we bent our backs

　　to understand more. You know, don't

　　you, our brains were saying, they will bite

　　you even when they are dead? But

　　look how there was an eye, a beauty.

　　Braided and subtle was what covered

　　this rippling, this surge to go over

　　to the side it couldn't see,

　　turning as the planet does, slow, sure.

　　Instant by instant it must have

　　blinked, tasted, filled itself with knowing

　　it would have to kill some things

　　to get where the future would be better.

　　Sometimes it would lie in the grass,

　　rain falling with its voice of approval,

　　but always the thump and rumble.

　　Until the dark, and then endless sun

　　its body would hold like a scaled straw.