Be Here First Ellen Dor Watson I don't know my trees but I know my trees. Their angling for(谋取) what has spurned(唾弃,冷落) them; their spitting and drooling(流口水) , the battered(破旧的,磨损的) crocuses(番红花...
Bellaghy Winner of the 2009-2010 AWP Intro Journals Project, selected by Lynn Powell Stepping off the bus from Magherafelt, I feel my ass pinched(压紧,痛苦) by a boy not yet out of junior school and, deposited all alone, am greeted by a qua...
The Bight 海湾 by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979) At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches, Absorbing, rather than being absorbed, the water in the...
Little League Coaching Pitchers When my only pitcher(投手,大水罐) went wild against the league's worst team, I knew we had a cushion, hell, ten runs at least. Time for a life-lesson. Like Zeus I towered over him on the mound and poured the...
Little League Coaching Pitchers When my only pitcher(投手,大水罐) went wild against the league's worst team, I knew we had a cushion, hell, ten runs at least. Time for a life-lesson. Like Zeus I towered over him on the mound and poured the...
the sun starts shining. plants start growing. flowers startopening. birds start singing And making their nests. spring is here. the hot sun'shining. we start having fun. we start swimming. we start eating ice cream. the holidays are coming. summer is...
The four seasons the sun starts shining. plants start growing. flowers startopening. birds start singing And making their nests. spring is here. the hot sun'shining. we start having fun. we start swimming. we start eating ice cream. the holidays are...
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, Be my Valentine, like all the years before. Each year he sent he...
Escape I NEVER hear the word escape Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad by soldiers battered down, But I tug childish at my bars-- Only to fail again! 逃亡 我一听说 逃亡这个词 血液就加快奔...
M-O-T-H-E-R 母亲 --By Howard Johnson M is for the million things she gave me, O means only that shes growing old, T if for the tears she shed to save me, H is for her heart of purest gold, E is for her eyes, with love-light shinning, R means right,...