Deaths Of Flowers
分类: 英语诗歌
I would if I could choose
Age and die outwards as a tulip does;
Not as this iris drawing in, in-coiling
Its complex strange taut inflorescence, willing
Itself a bud again - though all achieved is
No more than a clenched sadness,
The tears of gum not flowing.
I would choose the tulip's reckless way of going;
Whose petals answer light, altering by fractions
From closed to wide, from one through many perfections,
Till wrecked, flamboyant, strayed beyond recall,
Like flakes of fire they piecemeal fall.
相关单词:
coiling:n.卷绕, 成卷
inflorescence:n.开花
clenched:v.紧握
fractions:n.碎片
flamboyant:色彩艳丽的;灿烂辉煌的