理查德·威尔伯的诗

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Tree-leaves which, till the growing-season’s done,
Change into wood the powers of the sun,

Take from that radiance only reds and blues.
Green is a color that they cannot use,

And so their rustling myriads are seen
To wear all summer an extraneous green,

A green with no apparent role, 除非
To be the symbol of a great largesse

Which has no end, though autumn may revoke
That shade from yellowed ash and rusted oak.

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Richard Wilbur, 自此成为美国科学院院士 1959, was the second poet to be named U.S.
poet laureate. His volumes of verse include “The Beautiful Changes” (1947), “Things of This World”
(1956; Pulitzer Prize), “New and Collected Poems” (1988; Pulitzer Prize), and “Mayflies” (2000). 他
has also published numerous translations of French plays, several books for children, and two collections
of prose pieces. He is Emeritus Professor of English at Smith College.

© 2004 by Richard Wilbur

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代达罗斯 夏季 2004
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