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　　關於大學生英文詩歌篇1

　　The Teacher

　　by Hilarie Jones

　　I was twenty-six the first time I held

　　a human heart in my hand.

　　It was sixty-four and heavier than I expected，

　　its chambers slack;

　　and I was stupidly surprised

　　at how cold it was.

　　It was the middle of the third week

　　before I could look at her face，

　　before I could spend more than an hour

　　learning the secrets of cirrhosis，

　　the dark truth of diabetes， the black lungs

　　of the Marlboro woman， the exquisite

　　painful shape of kidney stones，

　　without eating an entire box of Altoids

　　to smother the smell of formaldehyde.

　　After seeing her face， I could not help

　　but wonder if she had a favorite color;

　　if she hated beets，

　　or loved country music before her hearing

　　faded， or learned to read

　　before cataracts placed her in perpetual twilight.

　　I wondered if her mother had once been happy

　　when she'd come home from school

　　or if she'd ever had a valentine from a secret admirer.

　　In the weeks that followed， I would

　　drive the highways， scanning billboards.

　　I would see her face， her eyes

　　squinting away the cigarette smoke，

　　or she would turn up at the bus stop

　　pushing a grocery cart of empty

　　beer cans and soda bottles. I wondered

　　if that was how she'd paid for all those smokes

　　or if the scars of repeated infections in her womb

　　spoke to a more universal currency.

　　Did she die， I wondered， in a cardboard box

　　under the Burnside Bridge， nursing a bottle

　　of strawberry wine， telling herself

　　she felt a little warmer now，

　　or in the Good Faith Shelter，

　　her few belongings safe under the sheet

　　held to her faltering heart?

　　Or in the emergency room， lying

　　on a wheeled gurney， the pitiless

　　lights above， the gauzy curtains around?

　　Did she ever wonder what it all was for?

　　I wish I could have told her in those days

　　what I've now come to know： that

　　it was for this——the baring

　　of her body on the stainless steel table——

　　that I might come to know its secrets

　　and， knowing them， might listen

　　to the machine-shop hum of aortic stenosis

　　in an old woman's chest， smile a little to myself

　　and， in gratitude to her who taught me，

　　put away my stethoscope， turn to my patient

　　and say Let's talk about your heart.

　　關於大學生英文詩歌篇2

　　The Three Times

　　by Alfred Corn

　　The first will no doubt begin with morning's

　　Stainless-steel manners and possibilities

　　Out of number. Sunlight scold too much?

　　So a tense gets thinned out with solvents，

　　Preternaturally bright with the will

　　To swap laziness or pleasure for paper money.

　　The future may appear as a winter day， colors

　　Of the facades like frozen jellies and sherbets，

　　Palaces of frost in crystalline order;

　　Then fall into shards at the approach of fact，

　　A needle of starlight aimed at your heart.

　　This one has all the force and danger of

　　Randomness： image drips into daydream

　　As waters gather to sea level and go

　　With the tide. Clouds. Chain lightning.

　　The waves move in like destroyers. And-

　　And only subside when， for example，

　　I stop to prove a cup off-center

　　In its saucer. A door closes， footsteps;

　　The night outside warm and silent

　　As an underground parking lot; askew stacks

　　Of books and papers; raw material;

　　Clues to a life. Because it's the time

　　Of pain-always the same-and pleasures：

　　Taste， touch， work， walking， music-not one

　　Of these trivial and all incomplete.

　　The last was always a famous storehouse;

　　Or you sit down before an amphittheater

　　Of tiered keyboards， repertory of stops;

　　To choose diapason. bourdon， vox humana-

　　A stone wall， the shadow of a leaf，

　　The gate I saw and then the grass

　　Running in place before the wind.

　　The place of the mind moved on， just

　　Failing to be everywhere at once;

　　And reconstructed an autumn afternoon

　　From the highest window， when the buildings

　　Forcing up against an imposed sky，

　　Fused into background， embraced the park，

　　Rested. The last baseball players

　　Swarmed around a tiny diamond template;

　　Man and his games a perfected miniature-

　　Like the past you almost don't believe in.

　　Yet it's there， behind perhaps a blue veil;

　　Sturdy; calm; unless put out of countenance

　　By drab standards of exactitude.

　　The last word was never， was always

　　About to be written; so that none of us

　　Could know whether hope， become action，

　　Exposed to the elements-a bronze monument，

　　Negligible among the surrounding towers，

　　But somehow truly central-would corrode，

　　Crumble， dissolve; or weather into

　　A fact of nature， continue to be

　　關於大學生英文詩歌篇3

　　The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

　　by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

　　The tide rises， the tide falls，

　　The twilight darkens， the curlew calls;

　　Along the sea-sands damp and brown

　　The traveller hastens toward the town，

　　And the tide rises， the tide falls.

　　Darkness settles on roofs and walls，

　　But the sea， the sea in darkness calls;

　　The little waves， with their soft， white hands，

　　Efface the footprints in the sands，

　　And the tide rises， the tide falls.

　　The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

　　Stamp and neigh， as the hostler calls;

　　The day returns， but nevermore

　　Returns the traveller to the shore，

　　And the tide rises， the tide falls.