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刘欣英文诗歌三首
 Love is a rainbow
Love is a rainbow
a soft lie,
a pseudo-reality,
a tender caprice,
a tantalizing promise.
Love is a rainbow
You may want to catch it,
before it is gone.
But it’s already gone
once you reach out for it.
Love is a rainbow
No artist on earth
can replicate the colors.
Its nature’s miracle
that’s beyond man’s control.
It’s even more futile
to try to make it stay.
It fares for a short while
until the sun finds its way.
Love is a rainbow
Yet I still want to trade all I have
for even a glimpse of it.
In this all-too-true world
what else can I have
but the memory
of this beautiful rainbow?
Dorothy’s Castle
Once upon a time by a river named Dyme
lived a young Miss Dorothy,
who was neither too smart, nor too pretty.
But entitled to a castle and with no siblings
she was, since birth, everyone’s darling.
She never ventured out,
not because she was not allowed.
“Dangerous!” she was told,
that beneath her little bedroom window
there was an exuberant but vicious world.
One night there stood a young knight,
his sword shining under the mood-light.
Down on his knees, he pleaded to Dorothy:
“Come and see the world outside
and forever you’ll be happy!”
The hopeful yet fearful Miss Dorothy
thrilled at the large temptation,
but dampened by a larger hesitation.
After all, she was used to the brick walls
within which, she was so much adored!
The helpless, helpless Miss Dorothy
Meals came to taste like wax,
and her mood, incredibly lax.
Three times appealed the anxious knight
But Dorothy simply couldn’t decide.
Weeks, months and years went by
She was still unsure what’d happen outside.
Lines crept onto her forehead,
The knight’s sword tainted with sweat.
Finally he said, “Farewell, my dear Dorothy!”
The rosy-no-longer Miss Dorothy
had her own reasons in a mind still maiden:
“Well, I cannot do my own laundry.
Plus, what if food is hard to find
and people are unkind?!”
Dorothy, the old frail Dorothy
feeling shoddy but mostly lucky,
that by staying she did the right thing.
At least, even without her teeth
she’d still be Dorothy, the everyone’s darling.
River of a thousand years
With my usual ears I could hear
What images do not produce yet fail to muffle
The river of a thousands years
Chanting its way to charge and scuttle
Foams frolic on the waves’ cart
Unsettling sand from earth’s luxurious bed
From each other they would part
Come back, before again they’ve fled
Where the journey begins and ends
The mountains stand as ever still
Not for nothing the golden belt extends
To warm the river’s hands that otherwise chill
And whose are these footprints I see
Of ancient men and women with sensitivity
Who’ve traversed space and time, just like me
To marvel at nature’s creativity
The river of a thousand years
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