Done With的英文诗歌赏析

by Ann Stanford

My house is torn down——

Plaster sifting， the pillars broken，

Beams jagged， the wall crushed by the bulldozer.

The whole roof has fallen

On the hall and the kitchen

The bedrooms， the parlor.

They are trampling the garden——

My mother's lilac， my father's grapevine，

The freesias， the jonquils， the grasses.

Hot asphalt goes down

Over the torn stems， and hardens.

What will they do in springtime

Those bulbs and stems groping upward

That drown in earth under the paving，

Thick with sap， pale in the dark

As they try the unrolling of green.

May they double themselves

Pushing together up to the sunlight，

May they break through the seal stretched above them

Open and flower and cry we are living.