《轉載》Jan Zwicky's poem
發表於 : 週一 11月 27, 2006 7:56 am
Unsong: August
A half mile back, artillery
slams its dense fists into earth.
almost thythmic.
Things we have been careful for
─daisies, lilies─
crumpled by the heat.
Traffic hollers
up and down. The armies
come and go.
In twilight,
a woman bends among geraniums.
The highway flashes past.
(From Jan Zwicky's "Thirty-seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences". Copyright by Jan Zwicky, 2005.)
A half mile back, artillery
slams its dense fists into earth.
almost thythmic.
Things we have been careful for
─daisies, lilies─
crumpled by the heat.
Traffic hollers
up and down. The armies
come and go.
In twilight,
a woman bends among geraniums.
The highway flashes past.
(From Jan Zwicky's "Thirty-seven Small Songs & Thirteen Silences". Copyright by Jan Zwicky, 2005.)