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by W. H. Auden
The piers1 are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Outlaws3 fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding4 tax-defaulters through The sewers5 of provincial6 towns. The temple prostitutes to sleep; All the literati keep An imaginary friend. Cerebrotonic Cato may Extol8 the Ancient Disciplines, But the muscle-bound Marines Mutiny for food and pay. Caesar's double-bed is warm As an unimportant clerk Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK On a pink official form. Unendowed with wealth or pity, Little birds with scarlet9 legs, Sitting on their speckled eggs, Eye each flu-infected city. Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds10 of reindeer11 move across Miles and miles of golden moss12, Silently and very fast. 点击收听单词发音
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