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1月3日 InnocenceInnocence
Patrick Kavanagh
They laughed at one I loved – The triangular hill that hung Under the Big Forth. They said That I was bounded by the whitethorn hedges Of the little farm and did not know the world. But I knew that love's doorway to life Is the same doorway everywhere. Ashamed of what I loved I flung her from me and called her a ditch Although she was smiling at me with violets. But now I am back in her briary arms; The dew of an Indian Summer morning lies On bleached potato-stalks - What age am I? I do not know what age I am, I am no mortal age; I know nothing of women, Nothing of cities, I cannot die Unless I walk outside these whitethorn hedges. 天真 他们嘲笑我爱的一个地方—— |
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