قصائد أجنبية

O silent wood, I enter thee With a heart so full of misery For all the voices from the trees

;Much have I spoken of the faded leaf ,Long have I listened to the wailing wind ,And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds

,Oh, a word is a gem, or a stone, or a song ;Or a flame, or a two-edged sword ,Or a rose in bloom, or a sweet perfume

,Smile a little, smile a little  ,As you go along  ,Not alone when life is pleasant 

Save them from terror; do not let them see .The ghost behind the stairs, the hidden crime They will, no doubt, grow out of this in time .And be as impervious as you and me

‘But look at all this beauty’ said the hotel manager’s wife when asked how she could bear to ,live there. True: there was a fine bay

,If the year is meditating a suitable gift I should like it to be the attitude ,of my great- great- grandmother ,legendary devotee of the arts

.We walk the lanes to pick them" Ffwff-ffwffs'. He gives them the name' '!he gives to all flowers. 'Fftwff! Ffwffs I teach him to tell the time

He blunders through the last dream .of the night. I hear him, waking A brick and concrete stall, narrow as a heifer’s haunches. Steel bars

To live in the Borderlands means you are neither hispana india negra espanola ni gabacha, eres mestiza, mulata, half-breed caught in the crossfire between camps

,I slept in a room in the roof the white planes of its ceiling ,freckled with light from the sea or at night leaf shadows .from the street-lamp in the lane

He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the ,Dangerous Mountain roads

I am vicious with love for the indigo snow .Untouched, as it blankets the river ,My mad love will undergo every woe .Every wet frigid grief will endure :My darling, my soul is a bottle of snow

Behind the facade of our big egos we constantly do hide And pride of five letters is only that just pride And some will even tell you pride comes before a fall

هي قصيدة بقلم الشاعر جريجوري أور، وهي قصيدة مثيرة للاهتمام ومؤثرة حول العلاقات السابقة لشخص ما، يعلنهم المتحدث حجرًا ويقويهم في حياتهم إلى الأبد.   ملخص قصيدة Origin of the Marble Forest   القصيدة قصيرة جدًا لكن في سطورها الموجزة ينقل المتحدث عمق الشعور، بسبب عدم وجود تفاصيل محددة، فإنّ القصيدة هي أيضًا ذات صلة […]

You were water to me deep and bold and fathoming

,I am from clothespins .from Clorox and carbon-tetrachloride .I am from the dirt under the back porch Black, glistening)

It was so simple: you came back to me And I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter But that. That you had gone away from me .And lived for days with him—it didn’t matter

The first time I walked ,With a girl, I was twelve Cold, and weighted down .With two oranges in my jacket December. Frost cracking

,My chalk is no longer than a chip of fingernail Chip by which I must explain this Monday ”.Night the verbs “to get;” “to wear,” “to cut ,I’m not given much, these tired students

When the foreman whistled My brother and I ,Shouldered our hoes .Leaving the field

It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire

,Do you give yourself to me utterly Body and no-body, flesh and no-flesh ,Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitterly ?But as a child might, with no other wish

Three weeks gone and the combatants gone returning over the nightmare ground we found the place again, and found .the soldier sprawling in the sun

My old man’s a white old man .And my old mother’s black If ever I cursed my white old man .I take my curses back

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die

,Ysinno cut the bamboo near Haniketta  And from those wattles made his hut And had nothing to cover it with, nothing Like a hundred and sixty .Bales of straw

I did not live until this time ,Crowned my felicity ,When I could say without a crime .I am not thine, but thee

I do not ask for youth, nor for delay in the rising of time’s irreversible river that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfall ,in which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body .in newspaper and carry him to the museum