| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Green Horse
Yusef Komunyakaa
The kneeling figure is from Yama or Carthage,
& I ask, What was his worth in gold, in salt,
spices, statuary(雕像), or commemorated1 axioms?
L, if we weren't brave enough to believe
we could master time, we wouldn't have
locked hands or kissed the other wordless.
with crosses etched above the doorframes,
pressed into the coinage of a new empire
as palm readers were flogged in the market.
But of course there sits Marcus Aurelius
battlefield, his hand extended as a scepter
cantered up on to Michelangelo's pedestal
carved from marble steps of the temple
of Castor & Pollux, & we wait for him
to outflank(迂回,挫败) the epochs of wind & rain.
L, everything around here is an epitaph.
a window as rays play off a stone cistern,
I hear someone whisper, "Waste no time
arguing about what a good man should be,
the worms will give us their verdict
by nightfall." I don't know who said this,
but today, love, I'm brave enough to say,
点击收听单词发音
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
上一篇:A Change of Heart 下一篇:In Ravenna |
- 发表评论
-
- 最新评论 进入详细评论页>>