ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (40)
分类: 英语诗歌
CROSS-CURRENTS
THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown; They placed me warm and snug In carved chair; set me with care Upon an old prayer rug.
They cased my feet in golden shoes That hurt at toe and heel; My restless feet, with youth all fleet, Nor asked how they might feel.
And now they wonder where I am, And search with shrill, cold cry; But I crouch low where tall reeds grow, And smile as they pass by!