精选英文诗歌1

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精选英文诗歌1　　Beauty in its winter slippers pproached us by degrees on the gravel path.
　　We were hitching a ride out; had been hitching.
6 }  z7 K6 s" Z1 N1 s1 L　　Our suitcase freighted with a few gardening tools lifted from the shed while the old man，
　　old enough，looked away.
　　He who went fishing at night (so he said) carrying in his pail a nest of tiny flame.
　　We were headed， headed out，we were going in a direction.
　　No tricks or intrigue， just a noisy ineptness.
% I5 K* r% Q6 L# C0 {; f) R( e- ]　　If that's a word. Beauty， dipped in resin beneath its shag，
　　was always ready with the right curse to recite to our nature.
. ^& T8 f) A7 j) H7 A, p$ o: s　　It is in us， it is，in the smokehouse in the woods and the old man looked away.
. b* K( ~0 R9 W8 [: C( \9 ?" r　　Song of experience.
　　There were treads in the snow.
　　We waited for our hitch.
: R; Z9 t6 q, V4 d: ^7 q" O5 y　　There were train tracks which stung with clods of this region's rare clay.
' E, o4 k7 D" C5 r, n! p　　We were boys， boyish， almost girls.
& B8 z9 a: S/ s6 l9 o  u　　Left alone on the roof， we would have dwindled.
　　Incrimination called to us from the city and its fog-blacked lake，
　　called to us from the salvaged farms beyond the lake，
- f, f5 |: X2 P6 r　　from the wilds beyond that.
" q; t- N) m4 V/ h6 M　　Guilty was good.
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