Confessional Poetry As A Plane Tree By The
작가소개 문학사조 Confessional Poetry As A Plane Tree By The Water CONTENTS
<Skunk Hour> 4 One dark night, my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull, I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down, they lay together, hull to hull, where the graveyard shelves on the town. . My mind's not right. 한 어두운 밤, 나의 튜더식 포드차가 나는 사랑하는 차들을 그들은 몸체를 나란히 거기엔 무덤이 마을에 내 정신이 옳지 않다. 언덕의 해골을 올라갔다, 보았다. 불빛이 꺼졌다, 하고, 함께 누워 있었다, 시렁처럼 있었다. . .
As A Plane Tree By The Water 1 STANZA Darkness has called to darkness, and disgrace Elbows about our windows m this planned Babel of Boston where our money talks And multiplies the darkness of a land Of preparation where the Virgin walks And roses spiral her enamelled face Or fall to splinters on unwatered streets. Our Lady of Babylon, go by. I was once the apple of your eye: Flies, Flies are on the plane tree, on the streets
As A Plane Tree By The Water 2 STANZA The flies, the flies of Babylon Buzz in my ear-drums while the devil’s long Dirge of the people detonates the hour For floating cities where his golden tongue Enchants the masons of the Babel Tower To raise tomorrow’s city to the sun That never sets upon these hell-fire streets Of Boston, where the sunlight is a sword Striking at the withholder of the Lord: Flies, flies are on the plane tree, on the streets.
As A Plane Tree By The Water 3 STANZA Flies strike the miraculous waters of the iced Atlantic and the eyes of Bernadette Who saw Our Lady standing in the cave At Massaibielle, saw her so squarely that Her vision put out reason’s eyes. The grave Is open-mouthed and swallowed up in Christ. O walls of Jericho! And all the streets To our Atlantic wall are singing” “Sing, Sing for the resurrection of the King. ” Flies, flies are on the plane tree, on the streets.
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