The whole roof has fallen

　　On the hall and the kitchen

　　The bedrooms， the parlor．

　　They are trampling the garden——

　　My mother's lilac， my father's grapevine，

　　The freesias， the jonquils， the grasses．

　　Hot asphalt goes down

　　Over the torn stems， and hardens．

　　What will they do in springtime

　　Those bulbs and stems groping upward

　　That drown in earth under the paving，

　　Thick with sap， pale in the dark

　　As they try the unrolling of green．

　　May they double themselves

　　Pushing together up to the sunlight，

　　May they break through the seal stretched above them

　　Open and flower and cry we are living．

　　诗歌欣赏：Carentan O Carentan

　　by Louis Simpson

　　Trees in the old days used to stand

　　And shape a shady lane

　　Where lovers wandered hand in hand

　　Who came from Carentan．

　　This was the shining green canal

　　Where we came two by two

　　Walking at combat－interval．

　　Such trees we never knew．

　　The day was early June， the ground

　　Was soft and bright with dew．

　　Far away the guns did sound，

　　But here the sky was blue．

　　The sky was blue， but there a smoke

　　Hung still above the sea

　　Where the ships together spoke

　　To towns we could not see．

　　Could you have seen us through a glass

　　You would have said a walk

　　Of farmers out to turn the grass，

　　Each with his own hay－fork．

　　The watchers in their leopard suits

　　Waited till it was time，

　　And aimed between the belt and boot

　　And let the barrel climb．

　　I must lie down at once， there is

　　A hammer at my knee．