简单好记的英文诗欣赏 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may， Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven， the sun， The higher he's a-getting， The sooner will his race be run， And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first， When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent， the worse， and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy， but use your time， And while ye may， go marry; For having lost but once your prime， You may forever tarry. San Sepolcro by Jorie Graham In this blue light I can take you there，
snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. This is my house， my section of Etruscan wall， my neighbor's lemontrees， and， just below the lower church， the airplane factory. A rooster crows all day from mist outside the walls. There's milk on the air， ice on the oily lemonskins. How clean the mind is， holy grave. It is this girl by Piero della Francesca， unbuttoning her blue dress， her mantle of weather， to go into labor. Come， we can go in. It is before the birth of god. No one
