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英语阅读 • 2020-04-07 10:24 PM • 286 views 他们身后满是工作，孩子，才华，美食以及爱
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.If poetry could tell it backwards, true, beginthat moment shrapnel scythed you to the stinking mud ...but you get up, amazed, watch bled bad bloodrun upwards from the slime into its wounds;see lines and lines of British boys rewindback to their trenches, kiss the photographs from homemothers, sweethearts, sisters, younger brothersnot entering the story nowDulce - No - Decorum - No - Pro patria mori.You walk away; drop your gun (fixed bayonet)like all your mates do too -Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert -There's coffee in the square,and all those thousands deadare shaking dried mud from their hairand queuing up for home. Freshly alive,a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, releasedfrom History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.your several million lives still possibleand crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.If poetry could truly tell it backwards, http://mip.i3geek.com
