قصائد أجنبية

.It was a long time ago .I have almost forgotten my dream ,But it was there then ,In front of me —,Bright like a sun .My dream

;LOVE, a child, is ever crying ;Please him, and he straight is flying ,Give him, he the more is craving .Never satisfied with having

In this game of life your family is the court .and the ball is your heart

Pull over. Your car with its slow breathing. Somewhere outside Topeka ,it suddenly all matters again those tractors blooming rust

Remember how we rowed toward the cottage ,on the sickle-shaped bay that one night after the pub loosed us through its swinging doors

A married state affords but little ease .The best of husbands are so hard to please

,We started speaking .Looked at each other, then turned away .The tears kept rising to my eyes .But I could not weep

!There they go marching all in step so gay .Smooth-cheeked and golden, food for shells and guns ,Blithely they go as to a wedding day .The mothers' sons

,I am lulled by the imprint of ancient tales .Written in blood red, vermilion hue ,Man and tattered dreadlocks us ,As dragonflies we drink our thirst

,Die, wild country, like the eaglehawk ,dangerous till the last breath's gone clawing and striking. Die .cursing your captor through a raging eye

,Remember the sky that you were born under .know each of the star's stories .Remember the moon, know who she is Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the

هي قصيدة للشاعرة جوي هارجو، تستخدم الشاعرة الصورة المركزية لطاولة المطبخ لربط جميع مجالات الحياة، الطفولة، والحب، والخسارة، والحرب، والبلوغ، والذاكرة كلها مرتبطة بالأحداث التي تحدث على الطاولة، يصبح الصورة المركزية لهارجو ، الجدول الذي يمثل كل المساعي البشرية.

We were running out of breath, as we ran out to meet ourselves. We .Were surfacing the edge of our ancestors’ fights, and ready to Strike .It was difficult to lose days in the Indian bar if you were Straight Easy if you played pool and drank to remember to forget. We

In this blue light ,I can take you there snow having made me a world of bone

;Absent from thee I languish still ?Then ask me not, when I return The straying fool ’twill plainly kill .To wish all day, all night to mourn

WHEN first I saw our banner wave ,Above the nation’s council-hall I heard beneath its marble wall !The clanking fetters of the slave

,To one who has been long in city pent Tis very sweet to look into the fair‘ And open face of heaven,—to breathe a prayer .Full in the smile of the blue firmament

:The Poetry of earth is never dead ,When all the birds are faint with the hot sun And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run ;From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead

,O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell Let it not be among the jumbled heap —,Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep ,Nature’s observatory—whence the dell

,Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold ;And many goodly states and kingdoms seen Round many western islands have I been .Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold

A planet doesn’t explode of itself," said drily" .The Martian astronomer, gazing off into the air

Let me pour forth ,My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here ,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear ,And by this mintage they are something worth

,Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s‘ ;Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks

,He could not die when trees were green  .For he loved the time too well  ,His little hands, when flowers were seen  ,Were held for the bluebell 

Me not no Oxford don me a simple immigrant from Clapham Common

I will not shoot myself In the head, and I will not shoot myself In the back, and I will not hang myself ,With a trashbag, and if I do

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple .With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves .And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter

,Hair–braided chestnut ,coiled like a lyncher’s rope ,Eye–fagots

,All right. Try this Then. Every body ,I know and care for And every body

Lift every voice and sing ,Till earth and heaven ring ;Ring with the harmonies of Liberty Let our rejoicing rise